how long consuming lie And peck in vain at a weak Enemy Thus Ajax rais'd the courage of th' Achaeans Then Hector slew the Son of Perimed â—ithius that had command of the Phocoeans And Ajax slew Laodamas that led The Trojan Foot and was Antenor's Son And Otus â—y Polydamas was slain Otus that led the hold Epâ—â—◠〈◊〉 And was a friend of Meges He again A Spear threw at Polâ—damaâ— and mist For Phoebus kindness had for Panthus Son And with a present wit did him assist To turn about and let the Spear go on And Croesinus there receiv'd it on his Brest And down he fell Then Dolops Lampus So Lampus that was of living men the best And Grandchild of the King Laâ—medaâ— To be reveng'd at Meges threw his Spear Which pass'd his Shâ—eld but in his Breast plate staid The Breast plate which his Fathr us'd to weat With many Plyes of strong Mail overlaid And given was to Phyleus by his Guest At Ephyre where with in martial strife From deadly stroaks of Spears to save his â—rest And of his Son it now preserv'd the lâ—fe But Meges Dolops hit upon the Head And from his Crest struck off the goodly Main Which he but newly then had dyed red But Dolops still the Fight did well maintain Till Menelaus stole unto his Side And struck him through the Shoulder with his Spear No longer stood he then but sell and dy'd And both of them to strip him going were And Hector then call'd out to all his Kin And unto Menalippus specially Who while the Greeks were absent lived in Pâ—râ—ote and took care of th'Husbandry But when the A give Fleet to Troy was come He then return'd his Country to defend And liv'd in Priam's house at Ilium And proud the Trojans were of such a friend And lov'd he was by Priam as his Son And now unto him Hector spake and said Have we for Dolops no compassion Or to defend his body are affraid Come follow me We must no longer play At distance with the Greeks but either they Must utterly deface the Town of Troy And kill us all or we them all destroy This said away they both together went To save oâ—â— Body of their Gosen dead And Aâ—ax with a contrary intent His Argives to the Fight encouraged Argives said he to Honour have an eye And of your fellows Censures have a care For slain are alwaies more of those that fly Than those that of base flight ashamed are This said though of it no great need there was Amongst the Greeks they presently obey'd And at the Ships flood like an Hedg of Brass But on came Hector not at all afraid 〈◊〉 Artilochus then Menelaus said Amongst us there is none that better can Both fight and run Why should you be afraid To leap unto the throng and kill your man This said away again went Menebaus Antilochus leapt out before the rest And threw his Spear at Menalippus as He coming was and hit him on the Brest No sooner was he fallen to the ground Than to the Spoil Antilochus ran in As quick as when upon a Deer a Hound Runs in that by the Hunter killed had been But soon as he saw Hector coming on As valiant as he was he durst not stay But as some wild Beast that had mischief done Ere people could assemble run away The Trojans follow'd him with clamour loud And Spears abundance after him they threw But he ran on and got into the croud But they unto the Ships the Greeks pursue For Jupiter to make his promise good To Thetis hitherto the Greeks dismaid And in the Battle with the Trojans stood Until he had performed all he said But meant to stay no longer with them than To see some Argive Ship with fire to shine And then to let the Greeks prevail agen From the beginning such was his designe In aiding Hector who now furiously Went on like Mars or like fire in a Wood With foam about his mouth and fire in 's eye And Jove himself came down and ore hiâ— stood To save him when he was hem'd in by Foes And honour him since 't was his destiny That not long after he his Life should lose And by none but Achilles hand should dye Now Hector looking where the best men stood And armed best try'd first to break in there Keen as he was he there could do no good So close they joyn'd to one another were And stuck like great stones in a Tow'r or Rock That of the boyst'rous Winds and Billows high Which break upon it still endures the shock Then Hector other places went to try And through he pass'd Then as a Wave â—igh growâ— When in foul weather forced by the wind Under dark Clouds into a Ship is thrown The Mist and roaring Sails bring to the mind Of the poor Seamen nothing but to dye So frighted were the Greeks But forward he Still went And as when in the Meadows by The Rivers side thousands of Kine there be And th'Herdsmen see a Lion to them come But with a wild Beast know not how to fight Some go before them and behind them some The Lion falleth on them in their sight Between both ends and killeth only one The rest all fly So th' Argives all before Hector and Jupiter dispersed run But only one was killed and no more And Periphetes 't was the worthy Son Of an unworthy Father Copreus who When any labour great was to be done By Hercules did from Eurystheus go â—s Messenger to carry the commands But Periphetes Vertue wanted none â—is Feet were swift and valiant were his Hands A wiser man Mycena had not one â—â—t slain he was For as he turn'd to fly He trod upon the edge of his own Shield And overthrown upon his Back did lye And with a stab of Hector's Spear was kill'd â—s friends though many standing by him were And griev'd to see him fall did him no good For ev'ry one now for himself did fear And out of Hector's way kept all he cou'd The Greeks-retreated were no further yet Than to between the first and second Row Of th' Argive Ships but forc'd that place to quit Near to their Tents themselves they rally now Where Nestor them encouraged agen Argives my friends be valiant now said he And if at any time now play the men Of one anothers Censures fearful be Besides by what you should be moved most Your Parents Children Wives and Goods and Land Whether you have them still or have them lost I you conjure against the Foe to stand This Nestor said the Argives to exite And Pallas from them took the Mist again That they might see who did who did not fight Both at the Ships and elswhere on the Plain â—â—t Ajax Telamonius thought not good To stay with other Argives in the throng But up into a Ship he went and stood With a Ship spear twenty two Cubits long As when a man that taught has been to guide Four Horses at
a time and in his hand â—oldeth their Reins while they go side by side And people on the way admiring stand He from one Horse unto another skips And makes them run together to the Town So Ajax ore the Argives ranged Ships To save them and the Tents ran up and down And terribly unto the Argives cry'd To play the men Nor Hector ' mongst his Troops Could be perswaded longer to abide But suddenly as a black Eagle stoops At a great Flock of Geefe or Cranes or Swans So Hector of the Argive Ships to one Flew down and Jove with his puissant hands Behind him marching alwaies pusht him on Then at the Ships the Fight began again More cruel than before You would have said They had no sense of weariness or pain So mightily they all about them laid The Greeks were in despair of their return The Trojans thought the Argive Lords to rout And all the Ships that brought them thither burn Thus minded on each side they fiercely fought Upon a Ship then Hector laid his hand Which brought Protesilaus unto Troy But never back unto his native Land For this good Ship they one another slay Arrows and Darts no longer flew about But now with Battle-axes of great strength In one anothers reach they stood and fought And with great Spears and of a mighty length And great keen Swords whereof from dying hands Abundance fell on either side to th' ground And covered were with streaming bloud the Sands That gushed out from many a ghastly wound But Hector on the Ship his hand held fast And to his Trojans call'd aloud for Fire This day said he requites our ill days past To burn these Ships Jove with us doth conspire And set on fire they had been long ago For I would gladly at the Ships have fought But that the Senate would not have it so And kept both you and me from going ouâ— But though by Jove then smitten were their hearts Yet boldly now himself he leads us on This said the Trojans bravely play their parts And with more vigour fought than they had done Then on the Deck no longer Ajax stay'd So many Spears went finging by his head For if he there had stood he was afraid That some unlucky Spear would strike him dead And to the far side of the Ship retreats Leaving the Deck which fenceless was and high And sat upon one of the Rowers seats And still upon the Trojans kept his eye And thence he from the fire the Ship defends And terribly on th' Argive Heroes calls To do their best We have said he no friends Behinde to save our lives nor better Walls Than those we made nor any City nigh That can or willing are our part to take But far from home in hostile ground we lie And hemmed in are by the briny lake And nothing can redeem us but our hands This said he lookt about him furiously To see if any durst approach with Brands Resolv'd to kill him that with Fire came nigh And many to the Ship with Fire were sent By Hector but when they approached near Ajax continually did them prevent And twelve he killed with his Naval Spear ILIAD LIB XVI THus fiercely fought the Trojans and the Greeks And with Achilles was Patroclus now With tears abundance running down his Cheeks Like Springs that from a high Rock streaming flow No sooner him Achilles weeping spâ—'d But piti'd him Why weep you so said he Like a Childe running by his Mothers side And holding by her Coat would carri'd be Bring you some News that none but you can tell Menoetius and Peleus still do live At Phthia with the Myrmidons and well If not we both have cause enough to grieve Or is it that the Greeks are slaughter'd so And fall before the Ships 't is for their price Speak what 's the matter that we both may know Patroclus sobbing to him then repli'd O Son of Peleus of all Greeks the best Forgive me if in this necessity I freely speak They that excel the rest In Prowess at the Ships all wounded lie Ulysses wounded is and Diomed And Agamemnon and Eurypylus And cur'd may be but stand us in no sted Nor does your Vertue any good to us O Gods let never anger in me dwell Like this of yours If you cannot who can The Trojans from the Argive Fleet repel And save so many lives O cruel man The noble Peleus sure was not your Father Born of the Goddess Thetis you were not Sprung from the raging Sea I think you rather And that by some hard Rock you were begot 〈◊〉 if you stand upon some Prophecie Or Thetis have forbidden you to fight From Jove yet send some Myrmidons with me That I may to the Argives give some light But in your Armour let me be array'd That when they see me they may think me you And back into the City run dismay'd And th' Argives wearied take breath anew For long the Trojans have endur'd the Fight And if fresh Enemies they coming see With little labour they 'll be put to flight And leave the Argive Tents and Navy free Thus prayed he but ' gainst himself he pray'd And rashly su'd to cast his life away To this Achilles answer made and said My dear Patroclus what is this you say I stand not on nor care for Prophecy Nor yet by Jove forbidden am to fight But at my heart it lieth grievously My equal should oppress me by meer might A Town I won in which we found great Prey For my reward the Greeks gave me a Maid Which Agamemnon from me took away Only because more people him obey'd As if I were a man of little worth But let that pass Though once I never meant My Myrmidons should with the Greeks go forth To Battle till the Foes were at my Tent Yet since the Argive Ships with such a mist Of Trojans on the shore environ'd lie And th' Argives wanting room can scarce resist And have the pow'r of Troy for enemy Take you my Arms and lead unto the Fight The Myrmidons The Trojans shall not see My Helmet neer to put them in a fright If Agamemnon had been just to me The Ditches had been fill'd with Trojans dead But now into the very Camp they break Nor can resisted be by Diomed. To save the Ships Tydides is too weak Nor can that hateful mouth of Atreus Son Be heard for Hector who the Air doth fill With roaring to the Trojans to fall on And shouting of the Trojans as they kill Yet so Patroclus charge them lustily For fear the Ships should all be set on fire Then lost the Greeks are without remedy And to their Country never shall retire But now what I shall say give ear unto To th' end the Greeks may honour me and send Briseis back with Gifts you thus must do When you have freed the Ships there make an end And come away If Jove give you success No longer without me pursue the Fight 'T
to make way themselves they then divide Then to the house they brought the body in And plac'd it on a bed Then Singers by They set the lamentation to begin Their Song they sung to which the women sigh Then to lament Andromache began O my dear Husband you have lost your life Unhappily that were but a young man And made a wretched Widow of your Wife And with me left behind a tender Son To evil fate begot by you and me To see him grow a man I hope have none This City first I fear destroy'd will be Since you are gone that was our sole defence T' Achaia now the Wives of Troy must go And with them I. And you my Child must hence And in vile work employ'd be by the Fo Or you may by some spightful man or other Be from the Wall or some high Tower thrown For Hector's sake that killed has his Brother Or Father or his Son before the Town For many of the Greeks has Hector slain He went not to the Battle bashfully For which the Trojans now are in great pain And I your loving Wife especially O that you thus should in the dust be laid And not give me your hand before you di'd Without a word upon your Death-bed said For me to think on Then the women sigh'd And Hecuba began Hector said she Of all my Sons to me you were most dear And when arrived was your Destinie You by the Gods though dead beloved were My other Sons when any taken by Achilles were beyond-Sea carri'd were And sold and made to suffer slavery At Samos Imbros Lemnos or elsewhere But when of life he had deprived you Because his friend Patroclus you had slain About his Monument he oft you drew Though that could not bring him to life again But now he sent it to me has again As fresh and as well colour'd as if by Apollo's gentle Shafts he had been slain This said agen the people sob and sigh Then Helen took her turn Hector said she Whom best I lov'd of all my Brother-laws For you were so since Paris marri'd me Though when I marri'd him accurst I was Now twenty years 't is since I came to Troy And never did an ill word from you hear And when your Kindred of me ill did say You took my part and made them to forbear Since you are gone my joy is at an end And in your death I moan my own estate That now amongst the Trojans have no friend Who hate me as the Author of their Fate This said with tears provokt the peoples pity But Priam then unto them spake and said Go Trojans now and fetch wood to the City You need not of the Argives be afraid Achilles when I parted from his Tent Eleven days allow'd my Son t' inter And fetch down wood without impediment So long the Argives should from fight forbear This said to th'Hills with Oxen and with Wains And Mules they went and busie were about This work nine days together and took pains Upon the tenth the body was brought out And on the top of the great wood pile laid And fire put to 't and all day long it burned And all the night When morning was displaiâ—d Again the Trojans to the Pile returned And th'Embers with black Wine extinguished His bones then by his Brothers and his Kin Were from the ground together gathered And by them to an Urn of Gold laid in The Urn with Purple Robes then cover'd over Into a Grave which soon was made they laid The Grave with many and great stones they cover And last of all because they were afraid Before their work were done the Greeks would come They sent out Scouts on ev'ry side to spy And ore his Grave in hast they raise a Tomb. This done away they went and by and by To Priam's house they came again and there He made a splendid Supper for them all Then home they went well pleased with their â—hear Thus ended noble Hector's Funeral FINIS THE WORKES of Homer Engl by T Hobbes London Printed for W Crooke at the green Dragon without Temple Barr. 1677. HOMER'S Odysses Translated out of Greek By THO HOBBES Of Malmsbury The Second EDITION LONDON Printed for W. Crook at the green Dragon without Temple-Barre 1677. Licensed Roger L'Estrange THE LIFE OF HOMER Collected and Written By J. Wallim HOmer whose proper name was Melesigenes was born in the Country of Aeolia about 160 years after the Siege of Troy which was about the year of the World 3665 of Critheis Daughter of Melanopus and Omyris who after her Father and Mothers death was left to a Friend of her Fathers at Cuma who when he found she was with child in displeasure he sent her away to a friends at a place nigh the River Meles where at a Feast among other young women she was dilivered of a Son whose name she called Melesigenes from the place where he was born Critheis went with her Son to Ismenias and after to Smyrna where she dressed Wool to get a livelyhood for her self and Son Phemius the Schoolmaster taking a fancy to her married her and took her Son into the School who by his sharâ—ness of Wit outwent all the School in Wisdome and Learning In a short time after his Master dying he taught the same School and gained great reputation by his Learning not onely at Smyrna but all the Countries round about for the Merchants that did frequent Smyrna with Corn c. did spread his Fame about Amongst which Merchants one Mentes Master of a ship of Leucadia took that kindness for him that be perswaded him to leave his Seâ—â—ool and travel with him which he did by whom he was maintained well and plentifully in his Travels They went to Spain from thence to Italy and from Italy through several Câ—â—â—tries and at last came to Ithaca where a violent Rheum fell into the Eyes of Homer that he could not travel any further so that Mentes left him with a friend of his called Mentor a person of great Riches and Honour in Ithaca where Homer learned the principal matters relating to Ulysses Life But Mentes the next year came back the same way and finding Homer recovered in his eyes took him in his Travels They went through many Countries till they came to Colophon where he fell into his old distemper of his eyes and there grew quite blind after which he adicted himself to Poetry but being poor he went to Smyrna expecting to get better encouragement there but being disappointed of his expectation he went to Cuma and as he went he rested at a Town called New-wall where he repeated some of his Verses and one Tichio a Leather seller took such delight to hear them that he entertained him kindly for a long time After he proceeded on his Journey to Cuma and when be came there he was well received and he had some friends in the Senate that did propose to have had a maintainance settled on him
had left me dead To Dolius let one or other go The Servant which my Father gave to me And with Laertes at the Lodge is now And of my Garden has the custody And tell him what the Suiters are about That he may to Laertes tell the same And he unto the people may come ouâ— And them against these wicked men â—nflame Then spake Euryclea Dear Child said she Kill me or let me live as you think best No longer shall the truth concealed be I knew all this So did none of the rest I furnish'd him with all that he commanded Sweet Wine and Flour But first he made me sweâ— I would not tell you till it was demanded Or that the same by others told you were For fear lest with much weeping hurt you take But wash put on clean Garments and up go Into your Chamber and your Prayers make To Pallas who your Son to save knows how The griev'd old man why should you further grieve Hated is not Arcesius his seed By all the Gods For I cannot believe But some of them will help them in their need And both their Houses and their Lands protect This stopp'd her sobbing and her weeping staid Then went she up her self she washt and deckt And to the Goddess Pallas thus she prai'd O Goddess if you well accepted have The Victims by Ulysses sacrificed Upon your Altar here his Son now save And bring to nought what th'Wooers have devised Her Prayer granted was Then shouted they The Suiters heard it in the Hall and one T'another said 'T is for her Wedding-day She knows not we intend to kill her Son Thus said they but upon no ground at all Alcinous then spake Madmen said he Such words as these what mean you to let fall What if within they should reported be Come rise thus gently and the work effect To which we all have given our consent Then did he twenty able men elect And down unto the water-side they went And first of all they laid their ship afloat And in it with white Sails the Mast they laid And fit their Oars Then in their Arms were brought The Mast then rear'd was and the Sails diâ—plaid Then went they t'Anchor in the open Sea And staid till night And then aboâ—rd they cat Then to her Chamber went Penelope Grieving and tasting neither drink nor meat Casting about whether more likely 't were Her Son should scape the Suiters hands or die Just as a Lion that enclosed were With Toils about would cast which way to fly When her sad reck'ning sleep had blotted out Dissolv'd her strength and closed had her eyes Pallas another bus'ness went about She made an Idol in a womans guise Like to the Daughter of Icarius Wife of Eumelus at Pherae dwelled he And sent the same unto Ulysses house T' allay the sorrow of Penelope In at the Key-hole then the Idol goes Into her Chamber and stood at her head Penelope said it amidst such woes How can you sleep But now be comforted You must no longer weep nor grieved be For from the Gods you no such cause shall have For of your Son the safe return you 'll see To this Penelope then answer gave Sister said she 't is strange to see you here You come but seldom For far off you dwell And now you bid me weeping to forbear When how much cause I have you cannot tell A good and noble Husband I have lost That had a Lions heart within his brest Hellas and Argos of his valour boast What vertue is there that he not possest And now my Child at Sea is in a Tub And has no skill in Fight or Parlament I fear extreamly lest he meet some rub For him more than for th' other I lament What may besal him on the Sea I dread And what at Land if e'r to Land he come For many Foes he hath that wish him dead And wait to kill him as he cometh home To this again replâ—'d the Idol dim Take courage be not frighted for your Son He has a guide that taketh care of him A better would be wished for by none T is Pallas For of you she pitty takes And what I said I said by her Command Penelope again this answer makes Who ere you be answer one more demand Is my poor Husband yet alive or no Then said the Idol That I do not finde Nor will I tell you what I do not know Then through the Key-hole went and turn'd to wind Then wak't Penelope and joyful was T' have had a dream so evident and clear Then o'r the humid Plain the Suiters pass Destruction to Telemachus to bear 'Twixt Ithaca and Same middle way There lies an Island and but small it is Yet hath it on each side a good safe Bay There watcht the Wooers 'T is call'd Asteris LIB V. UP rose Aurora from Tithonus bed Before the Gods and men to bear her light The Gods were then to Counsel gathered And Jove amongst them of the greatest might And there before them Pallas open laid The painful life Ulysses did endure O Jove and all ye blessed Gods she said Henceforth his people let no King enure To gentle Government but keep them down And to their honesty no longer trust That of Ulysses are forgetful grown Whose Government so gentle was and just And now he pent up lieth in an Isle Where dwells Calypso and to come away Has neither Ship nor men and all the while Weeping for sorrow forc'd he is to stay The Suiters also seek to kill his Son And lie to meet him in his coming home For why to Pyle and Spartâ— he is gone To hear what of his Father is become Why Child said Jove why say you this to me 'T was you that sent Telemachus away And you consenting were to our decree Ulysses should come back and th'Wocers flay Go you and bring Telemachus from Pyle And send the Suiters home that lie in 's way And Mercury said he go you the whiâ—e And tell the Nymph Calypso what I say The Gods in Councel sitting order'd have Ulysses shall return to Ithaca And first upon a Raft himself shall save Without a Convoy in Phaeacia In twenty days and there be honoured And to his Country richly sent away With Brass and Gold and Garments furnished More than his share had mounted to at Troy Though he had brought it thence all safely home For why by destiny ordain'd it is That to his friends he honourably come No sooner Jupiter had spoken this But that his shooes upon his feet he binds Ambrosian Golden Shooes wherewith he flies On Land or Water swifter than the winds Then takes the Rod wherewith upon the eyes Of Mortals he lays on or takes off sleep And with his Rod in hand jumpt down to th'Hill Pierius and thence into the Deep And over the wide Sea he passed till At last he was arrived at the Isle Where was the Nymph Calypso resident And like a Cormorant was all this