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Which to resume, were both unjust and base; The king, whose brows with shining gold were Not to be borne but by a servile race.


[compass'd round, But this we can: if Saturn's son bestows

Who saw his throne with scepter'd slaves enThe sack of Troy, which he by promise owes ; Thus answerd stern: “Go, at thy pleasure, go: Then shall the conquering Greeks thy loss restore, We need not such a friend, nor tear we such a tve. And with large interest make th’advantage mure." There will not want to foilow ine in fight:

To this Atrides answer'd: “ Though thy boast Jove will assist, and Jove assert my right. Assumes the foremost name of all our host, But thou of all the kings (his care below) Pretend not, mighty man, that what is mine, Art least at my command, and most my foe. Control'd by thee, 1 tamely should resign.

Debates, dissensions, uproars, are thy joy; Soall I release the prize I gain'd by right,

Provok'd without offence, and practis'd to destroy. Io taken towns, and many a bloody fight,

Strength is of brutes, and not thy boast alone; While thou detain'st Briseis in thy bands,

At least 'tis lent from Heaven; and not thy own. By priestly glossing on the god's comc.ands? Fly then, ill-manner'd, to thy native land, Resolve on this, (a short alternative)

And there thy ant-born myrmidons cominand. Puit mine, or, in exchange, another give;

But mark this menace; since I must resign Else I, assure thy soul, by sovereign right

My black-ey'd maid, to please the powers divine : Will seize thy captive in thy own despight. (A well-rige'd vessel in the port attends, Or from stout Ajax, or Ulysses, bear

Mann'd at my charge, commanded by my friends,) What other prize my fancy shall prefer:

The ship shall wait her to her wish'd abode, (god. Then softly murmur, or aloud complain,

Full fraught with holy bribes to the far-shooting Rage as you please, you shall resist in vain. This thus dispatch'd, I owe myself the care, But more of this, in proper time and place; My fame and injur'd honour to repair: To things of greater moinent let us pass.

Prom thy own tent, proud man, in thy despight, A ship to sail the sacred seas prepare ;

This hand shall ravish thy pretended right.
Proud in her trim : and put on board the fair, Briseis shall be mine, and thou shalt see,
With sacrifice and gifts, and all the pomp of prayer. What odds of awful power I have on thee :
The crew well chosen, the command shall be That others at thy cost may learn the difference
lo Ajax; or if other I decree,

of degree.”
In Creta's king, or Ithacus, or if I please in thee : At this th' impatient hero sourly smild:
Most fit thyself to see perform'd th' intent His heart impetuous in his bosom boild.
For which ny prisoner from my sight is sent;

And, justied by two tides of equal sway,
(Thanks to thy pious care) that Phoebus may Stood, for a while, suspended in his way.

Betwixt his reason, and his rage untam'd; At this Achilles roll’d his furious eyes,

One whisper'd soft, and one aloud reclaim'd: Fix'd on the king askant; and thus replies: That only counsel'd to the safer side; O, impudent, regardful of thy ovn,

This to the sword, his ready hand apply'd. Whose thoughts are center'd on thyself alone, Unpunish'd to support th' affroot was hard : Advancd to sovereign sway, for better ends Nor easy was th' attempt to force the guard. Than thus like abject siaves to treat thy friends. But soon the thirst of vengeance fir'd his blood : What Greck is he, that, urg'd by thy command, Half shone bris falchion, and half sheath'd it Against the Trujan troops will lift his hand ?

stood. Not I: nor such enforc'd respect I owe;

In that nice moment, Pallas, from above, Nor Pergamus I hate, nor Prian is my foe. Commission'd by th' imperial wife of Jove, What wrong from Troy remote could I sustain, Descended swift (the white-arm'd queen was loath To leave my fruitful soil and happy reign, The tight should follow ; for she favour'd both): Aad plough the surges of the stormy main? Just as in aot he stood, in clouds enshrin'd, Thee, fruntless man, we follow'd from atar; Her hand she fasten'd on his hair behind: Thy instruments of death, and tools of war. Then backward by his yellow curls she drew; Thine is the triumph: ours the toil alone: To him, and him alone, confess'd in view. We bear thee on our backs, and mount thee on Tam’d by superior force, he turn'd his eyes the throne.

Aghast at first, and stupid with surprise: For thee we fall in fight; for thee redress But by her sparkling eyes, and ardent look, Thy bafiled brother; not the wrongs of Greece. The virgin-warrior knowil, he thus bespoke: And now thou threaten'st with unjust decree, “ Com’st thou, Celestial, to behold my wrongs? To punish thy affronting Heaven, on me. To view the vengeance wbich to crimes belongs?” To seize the prize which I so dearly bought; Thus he. The blue-ey'd goddess thus rejoind: Br common suffrage given, confirm'd by lot. “I come to calm thy turbulence of mind, Mean match to thine: for still above the rest If Reason will resume her sovereign sway, Thy hook'd rapacious hands usurp the best. And, sent by Junu, her commands obey. Thouch mine are first in fight, to force the prey ; Equal she loves you both, and I protect: And last sustain the labours of the day.

Then give thy guardian gods their due respect; Nor grudge I thee the much the Grecians give; And cease contention; be thy words severe, Nor murmuring take the little I receive.

Sharp as he merits : but the sword forbear. Yet evin this little, thou, who wouldst engross An hour unhop'd already wings her way, The whole, insatiate, envy'st as thy loss.

When he his dire affront shall dearly pav: know, then, for Phthia fix'd is my return : When the proud king shall sue, with treble gain, Better at home my ill-paid pains to mourn, To quit thy loss, and conquer thy disdain. Taan from an equal here sustain the public But thou, secure of my unfailing word, scorn."

Compose thy swelling soul, and sheath the sword."

The youth thus answerd mild : “ Auspicious But let Pelides in his prize rejoice, maid,

Achiev'd in arms, allow'd by public voice. Heaven's will be mine, and your commands obey'd. Nor thou, brave champion, with his power contend, The gods are just, and wben, subduing sense, Before whose throne, ev'n kings their lower'd We serve their powers, provide the recompense.”

sceptres bend He said ; , with surly faith believ'd ber word, The head of action he, and thou the hand, And in the sheath, reluctant, plung'd the sword. Matchless thy force; but mightier bis command. Her message done, she mounts the bless'd abodes, Thou first, o king, release the rights of sway; And mix'd among the senate of the gods.

Power, self-restrain'd, the people best obey. At her departure his disdain returo'd;

Sanctions of law from thee derive their source; The fire she fann'd, with greater fury burn'd; Command thyself, whom no commands can force. Rumbling within, till thus it found a vent: The son of Thetis, rampire of our host, “ Dastard, and drunkard, mean and insolent : Is worth our care to keep; nor shall my prayers be Tongue-valiant hero, vaunter of thy might,

lost. In threats the foreinost, but the lag in fight;

Thus Nestor said, and ceas'd: Atrides broke When didst thou thrust amid the mingled prease, His silence next; but ponder'd ere he spoke. Content to bid the war aloof in peace?

“ Wise are thy words, and glad I would obey, Arms are the trade of each plebeian soul ; But this proud man affects imperial sway. "Tis death to fight; but kingly to control. Controling kings, and trampling on our state, Lord-like at ease, with arbitrary power,

His will is law; and what he wills is fate. (style To peel the chiefs, the people to devour.

The gods have given him strength: but whence the These, traitor, are thy talents; safer far

Of lawless power assum'd, or licence to revile ?" Than to contend in fields, and toils of war.

Achilles cut him short; and thus reply'd : Nor couldst thou thus have dar'd the common hate, My worth, allow'd in words, is in effect deny'd. Were not their souls as abject as their state. For who but a poltron, possess'd with fear, But, by this sceptre, solemuly I swear,

Such haughty insolence can tamely bear? (Which never more green leaf or growing branch Command thy slaves : my freeborn soul disdains shall bear,

A tyrant's curb; and restiff breaks the reins. Torn from the tree, and given by Jove to those Take this along; that no dispute shall rise Who laws dispense, and mighty wrongs oppose) (Though mine the woman) for my ravish'd prize : That when the Grecians want my wonted aid, But she excepted, as unworthy strife, No gift shall bribe it, and no prayer persuade. Dare not, I charge thee dare not, on thy life, When Hector comes, the homicide, to wield Touch aught of mine beside, by lot my due, His conquering arms, with corps to strow the field, But stand aloof, and think profane to view : Then shalt thou mourn thy pride; and late confess This falchion, else, not hitherto withstood, My wrong repented, when 'tis past redress.” These hostile fields shall fatten with thy blood.” He said : and with disdain, in open view,

He said ; and rose the first: the council broke; Against the ground his golden sceptre threw; And all their grave consults dissolv'd in smoke. Then sate: with boiling rage Atrides burn'd, The royal youth retird, on vengeance bent, And foam betwixt his gnashing grinders churn'd. Patroclus follow'd silent to his tent.

But from his seat the Pylian prince arose, Meantime, the king with gifts a vessel stores ; With reasoning mild, their madness to compose : Supplies the banks with twenty chosen oars : Words, sweet as honey, from his mouth distillid; And next, to reconcile the shooter god, Two centuries already he fulfill’d;

Within her hollow sides the sacrifice he stow'd : And now began the third; unbroken yet: Chryseis last was set on board; whose hand Once fam'd for courage; still in council great. Ulysses took, intrusted with command :

“What worse,” he said, “can Argos undergo, They plow the liquid seas, and leave the lessenWhat can more gratify the Phrygian foe,

ing land. Than these distemper'd heats? If both the lights Atrides then, his outward zeal to boast, Of Greece their private interest disunites ! Bade purify the sin-polluted host. Believe a friend, with thrice your years increas'd, With perfect hecatombs the god they gracd; And let these youthful passions be repressid: Whose offer'd entrails in the main were cast. I flourish'd long before your birth; and then Black bulls and bearded goats on altars lie; Liv'd equal with a race of braver men

And clouds of savory stench involve the sky. Than these dim eyes shall e'er behold again. These pomps the royal hypocrite design'd Cepeus and Dryas, and, excelling them,

For show; but harbour'd vengeance in his mind :
Great Theseus, and the force of greater Polypheme. Till holy Malice, longing for a vent,
With these I went, a brother of the war,

At length discover'd his conceal'd intent.
Their dangers to divide, their fame to share. Talthybius, and Eurybates the just,
Nor idle stood with unassisting hands,

Heralds of arms, and ministers of trust, (way: When salvage beasts, and men's more salvage He call?d, and thus bespoke : “ Haste hence your bands,

And from the goddess-born demand his prey. Their virtuous toil subdu'd ? yet those I sway'd, If yielded, bring the captive: if deny'd, With powerful speech: I spoke, and they obey'd. The king (so tell him) shall chastise his pride : If such as those my counsels could reclaim, And with arın'd multitudes in person come, Think not, young warriors, your diminish'd name To vindicate his power, and justify his doom." Shall lose of lustre, by subjecting rage

This hard command unwilling they obey, To the cool dictates of experienc'd age.

And o'er the barren shore pursue their way, Thou, king of men, stretch not thy sovereign sway Where quarter'd in their camp the fierce ThessaBeyond the bounds free subjects can obey :

lians lay.

Their sovereign seated on his chair, they find; The good old man, forlorn of human aid,
His pensive chcek upon his band reclin'd,

For vengeance to his heavenly patron pray'd:
And anxious thoughts revolving in his mind. The godhead gave a favourable ear,
With gloomy looks he saw them entering in And granted all to him he held so dear;
Without salute: nor darst they first begin, In an ill hour his piercing shafts he sped;
Fearful of rash offence and death foreseen. And heaps on heaps of slaughter'd Greeks lay
He soon, the cause divining, cleard his brow;

dead, And thus did liberty of speech allow.

While round the camp he rang'd: at length arose " Interpreters of gods and men, be bold: A seer who well divin'd; and durst disclose Awful your character, and uncontrol'd,

The source of all our ills: I took the word; Howe'er unpleasing be the news you bring, And urg'd the sacred slave to be restor'd, I blame not you, but your imperious king. The god appeas'd: the swelling monarch storm'd: You come, I know, my captive to demand; And then the vengeance vow'd, he since perforin'd: Patroclus, give ber to the herald's hand.

The Greeks, 'tis rue, their ruin to prevent, But you, authentic witnesses I bring,

Have to the royal priest his daughter sent; Before the gods, and your ungrateful king, But from their haughty king his heralds came, Of this my manifest: that never more

And seiz'd, by his command, my captive dame, This hand shall combat on the crooked shore: By common suffrage given; but, thou, be won, No, let the Grecian powers, oppress'd in fight, If in thy power, t'avenge thy injur'd son : Unpity'd perish in their tyrant's sight.

Ascend the skies; and supplicatiug move Blind of the future, and by rage misled,

Thy just complaints, to cloud-compelling Jove. He pulls his crimes upon his people's head : If thou by either word or deed hast wrought Fore'd from the field in trenches to contend, A kind remembrance in his grateful thought, And his insulted camp from foes defend."

Urge him by that: for often hast thou said He said ; and soon obey ing his intent,

Thy power was once not useless in his aid, Patroclus brought Briseis from her tent;

When he, who high above the highest reigns, Then to th' intrusted messengers resign'd: Surpriz'd by traitor gods, was bound in chains. She wept, and often cast her eyes behind :

When Juno, Pallas, with ambition fir'd,
Fored from the man she lov'd: they led her thence, And his blue brother of the seas conspir’d,
Along the shore, a prisoner to their prince. Thou freed'st the sovereign from unworthy bands,

Sole on the barren sands the suffering chief Thou brought'st Briareus with his hundred hands,
Roard ont for anguish, and indulg'd his grief. (So call'd in Heaven, but mortal men below
Cast on his kindred seas a stormy look,

By his terrestrial name Ægeou know:
And his upbraided mother thus bespoke :

Twice stronger than his sire, who sat above “ Unhappy parent of a short-liv'd son, Assessor to the throne of thundering Jove.) Since Jore in pity by thy prayers was won The gods, dismay'd at his approach, withdrew, To grace my small remains of breath with fame, Nor durst their unaccomplish'd crime pursue. Why loads he this imbitter'd life with shame? That action to his grateful mind recal; Suffering his king of men to force my slave, Embrace his knees, and at his footstool fall: #bom, well deserv'd in war, the Grecians gave." That now, if ever, be will aid our fues;

Set by old Ocean's side the goddess beard; Let Troy's triumphant troops the camp enclos :
Then from the sacred deep her head she reard: Ours beaten to the shore, the siege forsake ;
Rose like a morning-unist; and thus begun And what their king deserves, with him partake,
To sooth the sorrows of her plaintive son:

That the proud tyrant, at his proper cost, "Why cries my Care, and why conceals his smart? May learn the value of the man he lost.” Let thy afflicted parent share her part.”

To whom the mother-goddess thus reply'd, Then, sigbing from the bottom of his breast, Sigh'd ere she spoke, and while she spoke she cry'd: To the sea-goddess thus the goddess-born ad- Ah, wretched me! by Fates averse, decreed, dress'd:

To bring thee forth with pain, with care to breed! * Thou know'st my pain, which telling but recals: Did envious Heaven not otherwise ordain, By force of arms we raz'd the Theban walis; Safe in thy hollow ships thou shouldst remain; The ransack'd city, taken by our toils,

Nor ever tempt the fatal field again, We left, and hither brought the golden spoils; But now thy planet sheds his poisonous rays, Equal we shar'd them; but before the rest, And short, and full of sorrow are thy days. The proud Prerogative had seiz'd the best. For what remains, to Heaven I will ascend, Chryseis was the greedy tyrant's prize,

And at the Thunderer's throne thy suit commend. Chryseis rosy-cheek'd, with charming eyes. Till then, secure in ships, abstain from fight; Her sire, Apollo's priest, arriv'd to buy,

Indulge thy grief in tears, and vent thy spight. With proffer'd gifts of price, his daughter's liberty. For yesterday the court of Heaven with Jove Suppliant before the Grecian chiefs he stood, Remov'd: 'tis dead vacation now above. Awful, and arm'd with ensigns of his god : Twelve days the gods their solemn revels keep, Bare was his hoary head, one holy hand

And quaff with blameless Ethiops in the deep. Helf forth his laurei-crown, and one, bis sceptre Return;d from thence, to Heaven my flight I take, of command.

Knock at the brazen gates, and Providence awake. His suit was cominon, bnt above the rest Embrace his knees, and suppliềnt to the sire, To both the brother-princes was address'd. Doubt not I will obtain the grant of thy desire.” With shouts of loud acclaim the Greeks agree She said: and parting left him on the place, To take the gifts, to set the prisoner free.

Swoln with disdain, resenting his disgrace: Not so the tyrant, who with scorn the priest Revengeful thoughts revolving in his mind, Receird, and with opprobrious words dismiss'd. He wept for anger, and for love ke pin'd

Meantime with prosperous gales Ulysses brought Meantime the goddess-born in secret pin'd;
The slave, and ship with sacrifices fraught, Nor visited the camp, nor in the council join'd,
To Chrysa's port: where entering with the tide But, keeping close, his gnawing heart be fed
He dropp'd his anchors, and his oars he ply'd. With bopes of vengeance on the tyrant's head :
Furld every sail, and drawing down the inast, And wishi'd for bloody wars and mortal wounds,
His vessel moor'd ; and made with haulsers fast, And of the Greeks oppress'd in fight to hear the
Descending on the plain, ashore they bring

dying sounds.

[race, The hecatomb to please the shooter king.

Now, when twelve days complete had run ibeir The dame before an altar's holy fire

The gods bethought them of the cares belonging Ulysses led; and thus bespoke her sire:

to their place. “ Reverenc'd be thou, and be thy god adord : Jove at their head ascending from the sea, The king of men thy daughter has restord; A shoal of puny powers attend his way. And sent by me with presents and with prayer; Then Thetis, not unmindful of her son, He recommends him to thy piou care.

Emerging from the deep, to beg her boon, That Phæbus at thy suit his wrath may cease, Pursued their track; and waken'd from his rest, And give the penitent offenders peace.”.

Before the sovereign stood a moruing guest. He said, and gave her to her father's hands, Him in the circle, but apart, she found: Who glad receiv'd her, free from servile bands. The rest at awful distance stood around. This done, in order they, with sober grace, She bow'd, and ere she durst her suit begin, Their gifts around the well-built altar place. One hand embrac'd his knees, one prop'd his chin. Then wash'd, and took the cakes; while Ch ses Then thus: “ If I, celestial sire, in ought stood

Have serv'd thy will, or gratify'd thy thought, With hands upheld, and thus inrok'd his god : One glimpse of glory to my issue give;

“ God of the silver bow, whose eyes survey Grac'd for the little time he has to live. The sacred Cilla, thou whose awful sway

Dishonour'd by the king of men he stands : Chrysa the bless'd, and Tenedos obey :

His rightful prize is ravish'd from his hands. Now hear, as thou before my prayer hast heard, But thon, O father, in my son's defence, Against the Grecians and their prince preferr'd: Assume thy power, assert thy providence. Once thou hast honour'd, honour once again Let Troy prevail, till Greece th’affront has paid Thy priest; nor let his second vows be vain. With doubled honours; and redeem'd his aid.” But from th’afficted host and humbled prince She ceas’d, but the considering god was mute, Avert thy wrath, and cease thy pestilence." Till sbe, resolv'd to win, renew'd her suit: Apollo heard, and, conquering his disdain,

Nor loos'd her hold, but forc'd him to reply, Unbent his bow, and Greece respir'd again. “ Or grant me my petition, or deny:

Now when the solemn rites of prayer were rast, | Jove cannot fear: then tell me to my face, Their salted cakes on crackling flames they cast. That I, of all the gods, am least in grace. Then, turning back, the sacrifice they sped : This I can bear.” The Cloud-compeller mourn'd, The fatted oxen slew, and fea'd the dead.

And, sighing first, this answer he return'd: Chopp'd off their nervous thighs, and next pre- “ Know'st thou what clamours will disturb my par'd

reign, T'involve the lean in cauls, and mend with lard. What my stunn'd ears from Juno must sustain? Sweet-breads and collops were with skewers prick'd In council she gives licence to her tongue, About the sides ; imbibing what they deck’d. Loquacious, brawling, ever in the wrong. The priest with holy hands was seen to tine And now she will my partial power upbraid, The cloven wood, and pour the ruddy wine. If, alienate from Greece, I give the Trojans aid. The youth approach'd the fire, and as it burnd, But thou depart, and shun her jealous sight, On five sharp broachers rank'd, the roast they The care be mine, to do Pelides right. turn'd;

Go then, and on the faith of Jove rely : These morsels stay'd their stomachs; then the rest When, nodding to thy suit, he bows the sky. They cut in legs and fillets for the feast;

This ratifies th' irrevocable doom : Which drawn and serv'd, their hungerthey appease the sign ordain’d. that what I will shall come: With savory meat, and set their minds at ease. The stamp of Heaven, and seal of Pate.” He said,

Now when the rage of eating was repell’d, And shook the sacred honours of his head. The boys with generous wine the goblets fill'd. With terrour trembled Heaven's subsiding hill: The first libations to the gods they pour:

And from his shaken curls ambrosial dews distil. And then with songs indulge the genial hour. The goddess goes exulting from his sight, Holy debauch! Till day to night they bring, And seeks the seas profound; and leaves the With hymns and pæans to the bowyer king.

realms of light. At sun-set to their ship they make return,

He moves into his hall : the powers resort, And snore secure on decks, till rosy morn.

Each from his house to fill the sovereign's court. The skies with dawning day were purpled o'er; Nor waiting summons, nor expecting stood; Awak’d, with labouring oars they leave the shore: But met with reverence, and receiv'd the god. The power appeas'd, with winds suffic'd the sail, He mounts the throne; and Juno took her place: The bellying canvass strutted with the gale; But sullen Discontent sate lowering on her face. The waves indignant roar with surly pride, With jealous eyes, at distance she had seen, And press against the sides, and, beaten off, divide. Whispering with Jove, the silver-footed queen ; They cut the foamy way, with force impelld Then, impotent of tongue (her silence broke) Superior, till the Trojan port they held:

Thus turbulent in rattling tone she spoke: Then hauling on the strand their galley moor, “ Author of ills, and close contriver Jove, And pitch their tents along the crooked shore. Which of thy dames, what prostitute of Love,


Has held thy ear so long, and begg'd so hard, All day I fell: my flight at morn begun,
For some old service done, some new reward ? And ended not but with the setting sun.
Apart you talk'd, for that's your special care, Pitch'd on my head, at length the Lemnian ground
The consort never must the council share.

Receiv'd my batter'd skull, the Sinthians heald
One gracious word is for a wife too much; (such." my wound.”
Such is a marriage-vow, and Jove's own faith is At Vulcan's homely mirth his mother smild,

Then thus the sire of gods, and men below, And smiling took the cup the clown had fill'd. " What I have hidden, hope not thou to know. The reconciler-bowl went round the board, Ev'n goddesses are women: and no wife

Which empty'd, the rude skinker still restor'd. Has power to regulate her husband's life :

Loud fits of laughter seiz'd the guests, to see Counsel she may; and I will give thy ear The limping god so deft at his new ministry. The knowledge first, of what is fit to hear.

The feast continued till declining light : What I transact with others, or alone,

They drank, they laugh'd, they lov'd, and then Beware to learn; nor press too near the throne.”

'twas uight. To whom the goddess with the charming eyes, Nor wanted tuneful harp, nor vocal quire; " What hast thou said, O tyrant of the skies! The Muses sung; Apollo touch'd the lyre. When did I search the secrets of thy reign, Drunken at last, and drowsy they depart, Though privileg'd to know, but privileg'd in vain? Each to his house; adorn'd with labour'd art But well thou do'st, to hide from common sight Of the lame architect: the thundering god Thy close intrigues, too bad to bear the light. Ev'n he withdrew to rest, and had his load. Nor doubt I, but the silver-footed dame,

His swimming head to needful sleep apply'd ;
Tripping from sea, on such an errand came, And Juno lay unheeded by his side.
To grace her issue, at the Grecians' cost,
And for one peevish man destroy an host.”

To whom the thunderer made this stern reply;
" My household curse, my lawful plague, the spy
Of Jove's designs, his other squinting eye!
Why this vain prying, and for what avail?

HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE. Jore will be master still, and Juno fail.

Should thy suspicious thoughts divine aright,
Thou but becom'st more odious to my sight,
For this attempt: uneasy life to me,

Still watchd, and importun'd, but worse for thee. Hector, returning from the field of battle, to visit
Curb that impetuous tongue, before too late

Helen his sister-in-law, and his brother Paris, The gods behold, and tremble at thy fate.

who had fought unsuccessfully hand in hand Pitying, but daring not, in thy defence, To lift a hand against Omnipotence.” [fear:

with Menelaus, from thence goes to his own pa

lace to see his wife Andromache, and his infant This heard, th' imperious queen sate mute with Nor further durst incense the gloomy thunderer.

son Astyanax. The description of that interview Silence was in the court at this rebuke:

is the subject of this translation.
Nor could the gods, abash'd, sustain their sove-
reign's look.

Taus having said, brave Hector went to see
The limping smith observ'd the sadden'd feast, His virtuous wife, the fair Andromache.
And hopping here and there, (himself a jest) He found her not at home ; for she was gone,
Put in his word, that neither might offend;

Attended by her maid and infant son,
To Jove obsequious, yet his mother's friend. To climb the steepy tower of Ilion:
" What end in Heaven will be of civil war,

From whence, with heavy heart, she might survey If zods of pleasure will for mortals jar?

The bloody business of the dreadful day. Such discord but disturbs our jovial feast;

Her mournful eyes she cast around the plain, One grain of bad, embitters all the best.

And sought the lord of her desires in vain. Mother, though wise yourself, my counsel weigh; But he, who thought his peopled palace bare, 'Tis much unsafe my sire to disobey.

When she, his only comfort, was not there, Not only you provoke him to your cost,

Stood in the gate, and ask'd of every one, But mirth is marr'd, and the good cheer is lost. Which way she took, and whither she was gone; Tempt not his heavy hand; for he has power

If to the court, or, with his mother's train,
To throw you headlong from his heavenly tower. In long procession to Minerva's fane?
But one submissive word, which you let fall, The servants answer'd, “ Neither to the court,
Will make him in good humour with us all.”.

Where Priam's sons and daughters did resort,
He said no more; but crown'd a bowl, unbid : Nor to the temple was she gone, to move
The laughing nectar overlook'd the lid :

With prayers the blue-ey'd progeny of Jove;
Then put it to her hand; and thus pursu'd : But, more solicitous for him alone,
" This cursed quarrel be no more renew'd. Than all their safety, to the tower was gone,
Be, as becomes a wife, obedient still;

There to survey the labours of the field,
Though griev'd, yet subject to her husband's will. Where the Greeks conquer, and the Trojans yield;
I could not see you beaten ; yet, afraid

Swiftly she pass'd, with fear and fury wild; Of Jove's superior force, I dare not aid.

The nurse went lagging after with the child.” Too well I know him, since that hapless hour This heard, the noble Hector made no stay ; When I and all the gods employ'd our power Th’admiring throng divide, to give hiin way; To break your bonds: me by the heel be drew, He pass'd through every street, by which he came, And o'er Heaven's battlements with fury threw. And at the gate be met the mournful daine,



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