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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44271	Homer's Odysses translated by Tho. Hobbes of Malmsbury ; with a large preface concerning the vertues of an heroique poem written by the translator.; Odyssey. English. 1675	Homer.; Hobbes, Thomas, 1588-1679.	1675 (1675)	Wing H2556; ESTC R28678	191,543	315

me Nay that I 'd chuse Since you intend to send me rich away For I am sure I shall no honour lo e By coming richly home Kings that have store Of wealth are better commonly obey'd And by their Subjects are respected more Than those whose Treasuries and Chests are void There be the King said many that can lie But there is form and sense in all you say Both your own Fate you tell with Harmony And of the Greeks with whom you went to Troy I should be well content to sit up here All the night long so you would undertake To tell me ev'ry thing that you saw there To him Ulysses then did answer make Renowned King Alcinous you know There is a time for talk a time for rest But since you long to hear I 'll tell you now VVhom else I saw and what Fate them oppres● And first the saddest end of those that had Escap'd the fury of the Enemy And in their Countries landed were and glad VVere murther'd by a womans Treachery The Female Ghosts scatter'd by Proserpine Some one way some another thither came Atrides Soul first of the Masculine And others with him whose Fat●s were the same No sooner he the blood had tasted but He knew me sorely wept and would have cast His arms about my waste but could not do 't For now alas his strength was gone and past I griev'd to see him and thus to h●m said King Agamemnon what Fate brought you hither VVere you by Neptune on the Sea b●tra●'d And hither sent by sury of the weather Or landing to finde Booty met with Death Or else besieging of some Town were slain Or for ●a●r women were bereav'd of breath Then Agamemnon answer'd me again Noble Ulysses I lost not my life By Neptunes sury nor in fight at Land For Boo●y or for women but my wife Did basely kill me by Aegistus hand A● my first landing he invited me And slew me ●hen when I at Supper sate Just as a man would kill a Cow so he Kill'd me There 's no such woful death as that My Friends were butcher'd like so many Swine Which when within a mighty rich mans Hall Numbers of men invited are to dine At Wedding or at Feast are made to fall You very many men have seen to die In ranged Battle and in single fight But never felt such pity certainly As you had felt had you but seen this sight How we 'mongst Tables on the ground did lie That ran with blood But my heart most did ru● To hear Cassandra Priams Daughter cry Whom close beside me Clytemnestra sl●w Then though I were at the last gasp I trid If groaping I might finde my fallen Sword But the curst woman pusht it from my side I di'd to close mine eyes she 'd not afford Nothing so cruel as a woman yet Did nature e're produce a thought so ill In any other breast did never fit As her own loving Husbands blood to spill Yet this my Wife to the Eternal shame Of all the Sex not only of the bad But ev'n of those that have no evil Fame Be●rai'd my life and of my death was glad Jove meant to Atreus Seed said I great sp●ght By Woman-kinde By H●llen first At Troy For her sake many lost their lives in sight And Clytemnestra now did you be●ray Therefore said Agam●m●on never trust A woman more although she be your own Tell her not all you think Somewhat you must And somewhat keep t' your self to her unknown But you Ulysses need not fear your wife Icareus Daughter fair Penelope She loves you better than to take your life A wife so wise will scorn disloyalty When we for Troy set forth together then She gave suck to your Son but he is grown A man by this time and takes place with men Is rich and one day shall his Father own And he and you at home embrace each other But I was not allow'd my Son to see But was first murder'd by his wicked Mother Now hear ye If you will be rul'd by me Let no man know before-hand when and where You mean to land in Ithaca Beware Of suffering your Bark in sight t' appear Remember still Women unfaithful are But tell me have you nothing all this while Heard of my Son Orestes whether he At Sparta with his Uncle be or Pyle For dead he is not I know certainly Alas said I Atrides How should I That wand'ring was at Sea hear any news VVhether alive or dead he be Or why Should I with Tales uncertain you abuse Discoursing thus and weeping there we stood VVhen Great Achilles Soul appear'd to us And with him also the two Spirits good Of stout Patroclus and Antilochus The Soul of Ajax Son of Telamon VVas also there who ' m●ngst those Warriours tall The goodliest Person was except the Son Of Peleus who did much excel them all Achilles drank and presently me knew And said Ulysses what brought you to Hell VVhat Plot upon the Dead you hither drew VVhere none but shades of wretched mortals dwell Achilles said I I was forc't to come T' inquire of th' VVizard old Tiresias VVhat the Fates say about my going home VVhether or no and how 't will come to pass For since I came from Troy I have not seen Nor Itha●a nor any Grecian shore For tost and crost at Sea I still have been But you are now as well as heretofore Like any God we honour'd you at Troy And here among the Ghosts you are obey'd Death hath not chang'd your state You still enjoy A Regal Power To this Achilles said Talk not to me of Honour here in Hell I 'd rather serve a Clown on earth for bread Than be of all things Incorporeal That are or ever shall be Supreme Head But tell me of my Son Neoptolemus Whether he came to Troy and how he sought And of my aged Father P●leus Whether he keep his place or be put out For since much time his vigour hath decai'd Some Foe it may be hath usurp't his place I● Pthia and in Hellas where he swai'd And put him with his people in disgrace But were I now above and strong as then When for the Greeks I ●ought at Ilium And slew so many of their bravest men And to my aged Fathers house should come If there I were 't would not be very long Before I made some of their hearts to ake That go about to do my Father wrong And would by force his Honour from him take When he had done I made him answer thus Concerning Peleus I can nothing say But of your Son stout Neoptolemus I know enough 't was I brought him to Troy From Scyros Isle In Councel always he First spake his minde and never spake but well Nestor and I sometimes and only we Th' advice he gave were able to refel In fight he sought no shelter in the throng But ever out he ran before the rest To shew his courage and his strength

me less to let my Mother go ●ince I have strength to bend my Fathers Bowe Why should I doubt of governing his State And from him presently his Coat did throw And Sword and then fell to delineate The ground whereon the Axes were to stand On one long line he set them all upright The Woo'rs admir'd the justness of his hand For why the like was ne'r done in his sight Then went he to the Sill to try the Bowe Thrice he essaid it and was near it still And thrice again relenting let it go Once more had done it But 't was not his will For then his Father checkt him with a wink Alas then said Telemachus must this Be all my strength Too young I am I think Come let one take the Bowe that elder is This said the Bowe and Arrow he laid by And to the Seat went where he ●…t before Then said Antinous The Bowe let 's try In order as we sit Let him therefore Try first whose Table next the Cupboard is And so to the right hand up one by one The other Suiters all approved this Leiodes was the first so he begun His place was low'st He to the threshold wen● To try his force But to his tender hand And feeble arms the Bowe would not relent Then down he laid it there and lets it stand And to the Suiters spake This Bowe says he I cannot bend some other tak 't in hand It 's like of many Lords the death to be VVhen by the strongest it comes to be man'd For better 't is to die than live and miss The hopes you hither come for ev'ry day And what is 't any of you hope but this That you Ulysses Consort marry may But when he shall this Bowe have understood Let him some other Lady wooe at ease Amongst th' Achaea●s whom he shall think good And let Penelope take whom she please This said the Bowe and Arrow he set by And to the Seat went where he sat before And by Antinous was angerly Assoon as he had spoke rebuk'd therefore VVhat say you That this Bowe the death shall be Of many Lords Why so 'Cause you have not The strength to bend it Others have you 'll see But you for bending Bowes were not begot Then to Mel●●theus he turn'd and said Let fire be made and a great Chair set by 't And let upon it Cushions be laid And let us have good sto●e of Tallow white T' anoint and warm and supple make the Bowe And ●…y if we perh●ps may bend it then Fire Chair and Cushions came a●d greace enough But to no purpose too we●k were the men Antinous yet and Earyma●h●● Gave 〈◊〉 not over these two were the best Of all the ●uiters th●t ca●e to the house No hope at all remained f●● the rest Eu●…aeus and Philoetius then went out Together after them Ulysses went And when they were the Gate and Court without Himself unto ●hem to discover ●eant And fair he spake them Master of the Kine And you Eumaeus Master of the Swine Shall I keep in or speak a thought of mine To speak it out my heart does me encline What 〈◊〉 Uly●●es should c●me suddenly Brought by some God and stand before this rout On whose side his or theirs would you then be What your mind prompts you to speak freely out Then answer'd him the Master of the Kine O that the Gods above would have it so You 'ld see the vertue of these hands of mine The Master of the Swine then said so too When now the hearts of both of them he knew He spake again and said 'T is I am he That after twenty years return to you And know you longed have this day to see Of all my Servants I find only you That wish me here If therefore it shall please The Gods by me the Suiters to subdue I 'll give you wealth enough to live at ease And Houses near me and shall wedded live And Brothers of Telemachus shall be And that you may assuredly believe Ulysses speaks it you a signe shall see With that he pull'd his Rags beside his thigh And lets them see the place the Boar had ●ent Then when upon Parnassus Mountain high He with his Unkles Sons a hunting went And then they fling their Arms about Ulysses And kiss his hand and shoulders weeping sore And he again embraced them with kisses Nor had till Sun-set weeping given o're But that Ulysses hinder'd it Give o're said he Your weeping lest that some one come out hither And tell within what here without they see Go in but one by one not all together First I 'll go in and then come you Now mark I 'll pray the Suiters I the Bowe may try If to my motion they refuse to hark Give it into my hand as you pass by And you Eumaeus bid the women shut The House-doors all nor suffer any one O' th' men without the House his head to put And though within they hap to hear men grone That they stir not but ply their business The utter-Gate Philoetius lock you fast That to the House there may be no access This said into the Hall again he past And after him his Servants Now the Bowe Was in Eurymachus his hand by th' fire He warm'd and rub'd and did what he could do But for to bend it he was ne're the nigh● At this he v●xt and took it heinously And O said he 't is not for my own part I troubled am but for the Company 'T is chiefly that I take so much to heart Nor is it for a wife that I complain For in Achaia Ladies be enough But that we hope Penelope to gain Although we cannot bend Ulysses Bowe Th●●●aid Antinous 'T will not be so This day unto Apollo sacred is And not a day for bending of a Bowe Therefore to lay it by is not amiss And let the Axes stand still as they do For 't is not like they will be stoln away And so go in and offer Wine unto The God The Bowe may till to morrow stay And bid Melanthus in the morning bring Goats of the sattest and whereof the savour May from Apollo of all Archers King For bending of the Bowe procure us favour They all agree Into the house they went The Officers for hands the water ho●… The Waiters fill the Cups and them present And when they drunk had each man what he would Then spake Ulysses to the Suiters thus Hear me ye Suiters what I have to say Antinous and you Eurymachus For to you two 't is chiefly that I pray Since you the bending of the Bowe remit To th' Gods to give to whom they please they To morrow doubtless will determine it Let me now of the Bowe make an essay That I may know whether my strength be spent And what I could before now cannot do Whether I still be firm or do relent With hardship and with want of looking to These words of his made all