Imatges de pÓgina

Receives, the city with an hundred gates,
Whence twenty thousand chariots rush to war,
And would he give me riches as the sands,
And as the dust of earth, no gifts from him
Should sooth me, till ny soul were first avenged
For all the offensive licence of his tongue.
I will not wed the daughter of your chief,
Of Agamemnon. Conld she vie in charms
With golden Venus, had she all the skill
Of blue-eyed Pallas, even so endow'd
She were no bride for me, No. He may choose
From the Achaians some superior prince,
One more her equal. Peleus, if the gods
Preserve me, and I safe arrire at home,
Himself, erelong, shall mate me with a bride.
In Hellas, and in Phthia may be found
Fair damsels-many, daughters of the chiefs
Who guard our cities; may choose of them,
And make the loveliest of them all my own.
There, in my country, it hath ever been
My dearest purpose, wedded to a wife
Of rank convenient, to enjoy in peace
Such wealth as ancient Peleus hath acquired.
For life, in my account, surpasses far
In value, all the treasures which report
Ascribed to populous Ilium, ere the Greeks
Arrived, and while the city yet had peace;
Those also which Apollo's marble shrine
In rocky Pytho boasts. 'Fat flocks and beeves
May be by force obtain'd; tripods and steeds
Are bought or won; but if the breath of man

Overpass its bounds, no force arrests

constrain th' unbodied spirit back,
Me, as my silver-footed mother speaks
Thetis, a twofold consuinmation waits.
If still with battle I encompass 'Troy,
I win immortal glory, but all hope
Renounce of my return.

If I returi

country, I renounce
Th’illustrious méed of glory, but obtain
Secure and long immunity from death.
And truly I would recommend to all
To voyage homeward, since ye shall not see

To my

The down-fall yet of Ilium's lofty tow'rs,
For that the thund'rer with uplifted arm
Protects her, and her courage hath revived.
Bear ye mine answer back, as is the part
Of good ambassadors, that they may frame
Some happier plan, by which both ileet and host
May be preserved; for, my resentment still
Burning, this project is but premature.
Let Phænix stay with us, and sleep this night
Within my tent, that, if he so incline,
Embarking on the morrow we may seek
Our home together; but I leave him free.

XXXIII. The Trojan council admonished by Polyda

mus and by Hector, on the appearance of Achilles.

In council one excell’d, -
And one still more in feats of high renown.

My friends! weigh well the occasion. Back to Troy
E'en now by my advice, nor wait the morn
Here, on the plain, from Ilium's walls remote.
Long as resentment of his wrongs sustain'd
From Agamemnon, fired Achilles' breast,
Our task was easier, and well-pleased I slept
Fast by the ships, for I could hope that soon
Success should make them ours; but terror, now,
Lest Peleus' mighty son come forth again
To battle, seizes me, and I despair.
A spirit proud as his will scorn the plain
On which the adverse hosts prevail by turns,
And will at once strike at your citadel,
Impatient till he make your wives his prey.
Haste--let us home-else thus shall it befall;
Night's balmy influence in his tent detains
Achilles now, but rushing arm'd abroad
To-morrow, should he find us lingʻring here,
None shall mistake him then'; then happiest he
Who soonest shall escape to sacred Troy,
For dogs shall make and vultures on our flesh

Plenteous repast. Oh spare mine ears the tale!
But if, though troubled, ye can yet receive
My counsel, here assembled we will hold
The host all night; meantime, her gates and tow'rs
With all their mass of solid timbers, smooth
Avd cramp'd with bolts of steel, will keep the town..
But early on the morrow we will stand
All arm'd on Ilium's tow'rs. Then, if he choose,
His galleys left, to compass I'roy about,
He shall be task'd enough; his lofty steeds
Shall have their fill of coursing to and fro
Beneath, and gladly shall to camp return.
But waste the town he shall not; nor attempt
With all the utmost valour that he boasts
To force a pass; dogs shall devour him first.

Polydamus, I like not thy advice
Who wouldst confine the Trojan host again
Within their bnlwarks. Is confinement there
So pleasant then, that still ye covet more?
Time was, when in all regions under hear'n
Men prais'd the wealth of Priain's city stored
With gold and brass; but all our houses now
Stand emptied of their hidden treasures rare.
Jove in his wrath hath scatter'd them; our wealth
Is marketted, and Phrygia hath a part
Obtain'd, and part Mæonia's lovely land.
But since the son of wily Saturn old
Hath giv'n me glory now, and to inclose
The argives where the ocean hems them in,
Fool! taint not with such talk the public mind.
For not a Trojan here will thy advice
Pursue, or shall; it hath not my consent.
But thus I counsel. Take we, band by band,
Throughout the host our supper, and let all
Prepared against nocturnal danger, watch.
And if a Trojan here be rack'd in mind
Lest his possessions perish, lrt hin cast
His golden heaps into the public maw,
Far better so consumed than by the Grecks.
Then, with the morrow's dawn, all fair array'd
In battle, we will give them at tlieir ficet

Sharp onset, and if Peleus' noble son
llave ris'n indeed to contlict for the ships,
The worse for him. I shall not for his sake
Avoid the deep-toned battle, but abide
isis force, undaunted. Either he shall gain
Or I, great glory. Mars his favours deals
Impartial, and the slayer oft is slain.

XXXIV. Agamemnon's apology for his behaviour

to Achilles.

FRIENDS! Grecian heroes! ministers of Mars!
Arise who may to speak, he claims your ear.
Even the ablest orator is wrong'd
And hurt by interruption. Who can hear
Amid the roar of tumult, or who speak?
The clearest voice, best uttrance, both are vain.

shall address Achilles. Ilear my speech,
Ye argives, and with understanding mark.
"This censure is not new; the Greeks have oft
Condemn’d me thus; yet am not I to blame;
But Jove, and fate, and she who roams the shades
Frynnis, made me furious on that day
In council, when I seized Achilles' prize.
For what could I? All things obey the gods.
Jove's daughter, Ate, most pernicious pow'r!
By whom all sufler, challenges from all
Rev'rence and fear. Delicate are her feet
Which scorn the ground, and over human heads
She glides, injurious to the race of man,
Of two who strive, at least entangling one.

XXXV. Achilles exhorting the Greeks to battle.

YE sons
or the Achaians !'stand not now aloof,
My noble friends! but foot to foot let each
Fall on courageous, and desire the fight.
The tasks were difficult for me alone,

Brase as I boast myself, to chase a foc
So num'rous, and to conrbat with them all.
For though immortal, neither Mars himself,
Nor even Pallas could suffice, at once
To chase and slaughter multitudes like these.
With hands, with feet, with spirit, and with might,
All that I can I will; right through I go,
And not a Trojan who shall chance within
Spear's reach of me, shall, as I judge, rejoice.

XXXVI. llector animating the Trojans to oppose.


Fear not this chief, ye valiant men of Troy!
I dare oppose with words, though not in arms,
For they are mightier far, the gods themselves;
Nor shall Achilles full performance give
To all his väunts, but, if he some fulfil,
Shall others unaccomplish'd leave and vain.
I will assail him, though his hands be fire,
Though fire his hands, and hammer'd steel his heart,

XXXVII. Entreaties of Priam and Hecuba to pena suade Hector to retreat within the walls of Troy.

HECTOR, my son! Oh wait not there, alone,
Yon dreadful.chief lest, all thy friends remote,
Thou perish, for his strength surpasses thine.
Would that the gods so valued him as I !
Soon then should dogs and yultures with his flesh
Their hunger sate, and all my sorrow cease.
He hath unchilded me of many a son,
Al valiant youth whom he hath slain or sold
To distant isles; nor, searching, can find
Lycaon, even now, within the walls,
Or Polydorus, youngest of my sous,

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