to the sons of Priam. Euen till they braue ye at your gates Ye suffer beaten downe Aeneas great Anchises sonne whose prowesse we renowne As much as Hectors fetch him off from this contentious prease With this the strength and spirits of all his courage did increase And yet Sarpedon seconds him with this particular taunt Sarpedon reproues Hector Of noble Hector Hector where is thy vnthanfull vaunt And that huge strength on which it built that thou and thy allies With all thy brothers without aid of vs or our supplies And troubling not a citizen the Citie safe would hold In all which friends and brothers helps I see not nor am told Of any one of their exploits but all held in dismay Of Diomed like a sort of dogs that at a Lion bay And entertaine no spirit to pinch we your assistants here Fight for the towne as you helpt vs and I an aiding Peere No Citizen euen out of care that doth become a man For men and childrens liberties adde all the aide I can Not out of my particular cause far hence my profit growes For far hence Asian Lycia lies where gulfie Xanthus flowes And where my lou'd wife infant sonne and treasure nothing scant I left behind me which I see those men would haue that want And therefore they that haue would keepe yet I as I would lose Their sure fruition cheere my troupes and with their liues propose Mine owne life both to generall fight and to particular cope With this great souldier though I say I entertaine no hope To haue such gettings as the Greeks nor feare to lose like Troy Yet thou euen Hector deedlesse standst and car'st not to employ Thy towne-borne friends to bid them stand to fight and saue their wiues Lest as a Fowler casts his nets vpon the silly liues Of birds of all sorts so the foe your walls and houses hales One with another on all heads or such as scape their fals Be made the prey and prize of them as willing ouerthrowne That hope not for you with their force and so this braue-built towne Will proue a Chaos that deserues in thee so hote a care As should consume thy dayes and nights to hearten and prepare Th' assistant Princes pray their minds to beare their far-brought toiles To giue them worth with worthy fight in victories and foiles Still to be equall and thy selfe exampling them in all Need no reproofes nor spurs all this in thy free choice should fall This stung great Hectors heart and yet as euery generous mind Should silent beare a iust reproofe and shew what good they find In worthy counsels by their ends put into present deeds Not stomacke nor be vainly sham'd so Hectors spirit proceeds And from his Chariot wholly arm'd he iumpt vpon the sand On foote so toiling through the hoast a dart in either hand And all hands turn'd against the Greeks the Greeks despisde their worst And thickning their instructed powres expected all they durst Then with the feet of horse and foote the dust in clouds did rise And as in sacred floores of barnes vpon corne-winowers flies The chaffe driuen with an opposite wind when yellow Ceres dites Simile 〈◊〉 the husband man expressing â—…bly Which all the Diters feet legs armes their heads and shoulders whites So lookt the Grecians gray with dust that strooke the solide heauen Raisd from returning chariots and troupes together driuen Each side stood to their labours firme fierce Mars flew through the aire And gatherd darknesse from the fight and with his best affaire Obeyd the pleasure of the Sunne that weares the golden sword Who bad him raise the spirits of Troy when Pallas ceast t' afford Her helping office to the Greeks and then his owne hands wrought Apollo brings Aeneas from his Temple to field cured Which from his Phanes rich chancell cur'd the true Aeneas brought And plac't him by his Peeres in field who did with ioy admire To see him both aliue and safe and all his powers entire Yet stood not sifting how it chanc't another sort of taske Then stirring th' idle siue of newes did all their forces aske Inflam'd by Phaebus harmfull Mars and Eris eagrer farre The Greekes had none to hearten them their hearts rose with the warre But chiefly Diomed Ithacus and both th' Aiaces vsde Stirring examples and good words their owne fames had infusde Spirit enough into their blouds to make them neither feare The Troians force nor Fate it selfe but still expecting were When most was done what would be more their ground they stil made good And in their silence and set powers like faire still clouds they stood Simile With which Ioue crownes the tops of hils in any quiet day When Boreas and the ruder winds that vse to driue away Aires duskie vapors being loose in many a whistling gale Are pleasingly bound vp and calme and not a breath exhale So firmely stood the Greeks nor fled for all the Ilions ayd Atrides yet coasts through the troupes confirming men so stayd O friends said he hold vp your minds strength is but strength of will Reuerence each others good in fight and shame at things done ill Where souldiers shew an honest shame and loue of honour liues That ranks men with the first in fight death fewer liueries giues Then life or then where Fames neglect makes cow-herds fight at length Flight neither doth the bodie grace nor shewes the mind hath strength He said and swiftly through the troupes a mortall Lance did send That reft a standard-bearers life renownd Aeneas friend Deicoon Pergasides whom all the Troians lou'd Pergasides slain by Agamemnon As he were one of Priams sonnes his mind was so approu'd In alwayes fighting with the first the Lance his target tooke Which could not interrupt the blow that through it cleerly strooke And in his bellies rimme was sheath'd beneath his girdle-stead He sounded falling and his armes with him resounded dead Then fell two Princes of the Greeks by great Aeneas ire Orsilochus and Crethon slain by Aeneas Diocleus sonnes Orsilochus and Crethon whose kind Sire In brauely-builded Phaera dwelt rich and of sacred bloud He was descended lineally from great Alphaus floud That broadly flowes through Pylos fields Alphaeus did beget The pedigree of Orsilochus Orsilochus who in the rule of many men was set And that Orsilochus begat the rich Diocleus Diocleus sire to Crethon was and this Orsilochus Both these arriu'd at mans estate with both th' Atrides went To honor them in th' Ilton warres and both were one way sent To death as well as Troy for death hid both in one blacke houre As two yong Lions with their dam sustaind but to deuoure Simile Bred on the tops of some steepe hill and in the gloomie deepe Of an inaccessible wood rush out and prey on sheepe Steeres Oxen and destroy mens stals so long that they come short And by the Owners steele are slaine in such vnhappie
obtaine me if thou stay'st retire then take aduise A foole sees nought before t is done and still too late is wise This mou'd not him but to the worse since it renew'd the sting That his slaine brother shot in him rememberd by the king To whom he answer'd Thou shalt pay for all the paines endur'd By that slaine brother all the wounds sustaind for him recur'd With one made in thy heart by me T is true thou mad'st his wife A heauie wid ow when her ioyes of wedlocke scarce had life And hurt'st our parents with his griefe all which thou gloriest in Forespeaking so thy death that now their griefes end shall begin To Panthus and the snowy hand of Phrontes I will bring Those armes and that proud head of thine and this laborious thing Shall aske no long time to performe nor be my words alone But their performance Strength and Fight and Terror thus sets on This said he strooke his all-round shield nor shrunke that but his lance Euphorbus slain by Menelaus That turn'd head in it then the king assaid the second chance First praying to the king of gods and his dart entrie got The force much driuing backe his foe in low part of his throte And ranne his necke through Then fell pride and he and all with gore His locks that like the Graces were and which he euer wore In gold and siluer ribands wrapt were piteously wet And when alone in some choice place a husband-man hath set Simile The young plant of an Oliue tree whose roote being euer fed With plentie of delicious springs his branches brauely spred And all his fresh and louely head growne curld with snowy flowres That dance and florish with the winds that are of gentlest powres But when a whiâ—…lewind got aloft stoopes with a sodaine gale Teares from his head his tender curles and tosseth there withall His fixt roote from his hollow mines it well presents the force Of Spartas king and so the Plant Euphorbus and his Corse He slaine the king stript off his armes and with their worthy prise All fearing him had clearely past if heauens faire eye of eyes Had not in enuy of his acts to his encounter stird The Mars-like Hector to whose powres the rescue he preferd Of those faire armes and tooke the shape of Mentas Colonell Of all the Cicones that neare the Thracian Hebrus dwell Like him he thus put forth his voice Hector thou scowâ—…'st the field In head strong pursuite of those horse that hardly are compeld To take the draught of chariots by any mortals hand The great grand child of Aeacus hath onely their command Achilles Whom an immortall mother bore while thou attendst on these The young Atrides in defence of Menatiades Patroclus so cal led of Meâ—…etius his father Hath slaine Euphorbus Thus the god tooke troope with men againe And Hector heartily perplext lookt round and saw the slaine Still shedding riuers from his wound and then tooke enuious view Of braue Atrides with his spoyle in way to whom he flew Like one of Vulcans quenchlesse flames Atrides heard the crie Note the manly wise discourse of Menelaus 〈◊〉 himselfe 〈◊〉 Hector ad uancing towards him That euer vsherd him and sigh'd and said O me if I Should leaue these goodly armes and him that here lies dead for me I feare I should offend the Greeks If I should stay and be Alone with Hector and his men I may be compast in Some sleight or other they may vse Many may quickly win Their wils of one and all Troy comes euer where Hector leades But why deare mind dost thou thus talke when men dare set their heads Against the gods as sure they do that fight with men they loue Straight one or other plague ensues it cannot therefore moue The grudge of any Greeke that sees I yeeld to Hector he Still fighting with a spirit from heauen And yet if I could see Braue Aiax he and I would stand though gainst a god and sure T is best I seeke him and then see if we two can procure This Corses freedome through all these a little then let rest The body and my mind be still of two bads chuse the best In this discourse the troopes of Troy were in with him and he Made such a Lionlike retreate as when the herdsmen see The royall sauage and come on with men dogs cries and speares 〈◊〉 To cleare their horned stall and then the kingly heart he beares With all his high disdaine fals off so from this ods of aide The golden-haird Atrides fled and in his strength displaid Vpon his left hand him he wisht extremely busied About encouraging his men to whom an extreme dread Apollo had infusde the king reacht Aiax instantly And said Come friend let vs two haste and from the tyranny Menelaus to 〈◊〉 Of Hector free Patroclus corse He strait and gladly went And then was Hector haling of the body with intent To spoile the shoulders of the head and giue the dogs the rest His armes he hauing prisde before When Aiax brought his brest To barre all further spoyle with that he had sure Hector thought T was best to satisfie his splene which temper Aiax wrought With his mere sight and Hector fled the armes he sent to Troy To make his citizens admire and pray Ioue send him ioy Then Aiax gatherd to the corse and hid it with his targe There setting downe as sure a foote as in the tender charge Of his lou'd whelps a Lion doth two hundred hunters neare Simile To giue him onset their more force make him the more austere Drownes all their clamors in his 〈◊〉 darts dogs doth all despise And lets his rough browes downe so low they couer all his eyes So Aiax lookt and stood and stayd for great Priamides When Glaucus Hippolâ—…chides saw Aiax thus depresse 〈◊〉 vpâ—… 〈◊〉 The spirit of eHctor thus he chid O goodly man at armes In Fght a Paris why should Fame make thee fort gainst our harmes Being such a fugitiue now marke how well thy boasts defend Thy citie onely with her owne Be sure it shall descend To that proofe wholly Not a man of any Lycian ranke Shall strike one stroke more for thy towne for no mans gets a thanke Should he eteâ—…nally fight here nor any guard of thee How wilt thou worthlesse that thou art keepe off an enemie From our poore souldiers when their Prince Sarpedon guest and friend To thee and most deseruedly thou flew'st from in his end And left'st to all the lust of Greece O gods a man that was In life so huge a good to Troy and to thee such a grace In death not kept by thee from dogs if my friends wiâ—…l do well We 'le take our shoulders from your walls and let all sinke to hell As all will were our faces turn'd Did such a spirit breath In all you Troians as becomes all men that fight beneath Their
wrong to thy grieued mind my death being set so soone And neuer suffering my returne to grace of Peleus court Nor do I wish it nor to liue in any mans resort But onely that the crying bloud for vengeance of my friend Mangl'd by Hector may be stild his foes death paying his end She weeping said That houre is neare and thy deaths houre then nie â—…etis to Achilâ—… Which in thy wish seru'd of thy foe succeedeth instantly And instantly it shall succeed he answerd since my fate Achilles to Theâ—…is Allow'd not to my will a powre to rescue ere the date Of his late slaughter my true friend Farre from his friends he died Whose wrong therein my eyes had light and right to see denied Yet now I neither light my selfe nor haue so spent my light That either this friend or the rest in numbers infinite Slaughterd by Hector I can helpe nor grace with wisht repaire To our deare country but breathe here vnprofitable aire And onely liue a lode to earth with all my stâ—…ngth though none Of all the Grecians equall it In counsell many a one Is my superiour what I haue no grace gets what I want Disgraceth all How then too soone can hastiest death supplant My 〈◊〉 curst life her instrument to my indignitie Being that blacke friend Contention whom would to God might die To gods and men and Anger too that kindles tyrannie In men most wise being much more sweete then â—…quid hony is To men of powre to satiate their watchfull enmities And like a pliant fume it spreds through all their breasts as late It stolâ—… sterne passage thorough mine which he did instigate That is our Generall But the fact so long past the effect Must vanish with it though both grieu'd nor must we still respect Our soothed humours Need now takes the rule of eithers mind And when the loser of my friend his death in me shall find Let death take all Send him ye gods I le giue him my embrace Not Hercules himselfe shund death though dearest in the grace Of Iupiter euen him Fate stoopt and Iâ—…s crueltie And if such Fate expect my life where death strikes I will lie Meane time I wish a good renowme that these deepe-brested Dames Of â—…ion and Dardania may for th'extinguisht flames Of their friends liues with both their hands wipe miserable teares From their so curiously-kept cheekes and be the officers To execute my sighs on Troy when seeing my long râ—…ate But gatherd strength and giues my charge an answerable heate They well may know t was I lay still 〈◊〉 that my being away Presented all their happinesse But any further stay Which your much loue perhaps may wish assay not to perswade All vowes are kept all prayres heard now free way for fight is made The siluer-footed Dame replide It fits thee well my sonne Thetis 〈◊〉 Achilles To keepe destruction from thy friends but those faire armes are wonne And worne by Hector that should keepe thy selfe in keeping them Though their fruition be but short a long death being neare him Whose cruell glorie they are yet by all meanes then forbeare To tread the massacres of warre till I againe appeare From Mulciber with fit new armes which when thy eye shall see The Sunne next rise shall enter here with his first beames and me Thus to her sisters of the sea she turn'd and bad them ope The doores and deepes of Nereus she in Olympus top Must visite Vulcan for new armes to serue her wreakfull sonne Thetis and thâ—… Nymphs 〈◊〉 Achillâ—… And bad informe her father so with all things further done This said they vnderwent the sea her selfe flew vp to heauen In meane space to the Hellespont and ships the Greeks were driuen In shamefull rout nor could they yet from rage of Priams sonne Secure the dead of new assaults both horse and men made on With such impression thrice the feete the hands of Hector seasd And thrice th' Aiaces thumpt him off With whose repulse displeasd He wreakt his wrath vpon the troupes then to the corse againe Made horrid turnings crying out of his repâ—…sed men And would not quit him quite for death A Lion almost steru'd Is not by vpland herdsmen driuen from vrging to be seru'd With more contention then his strength by those two of a name And had perhaps his much prâ—…sd will if th'airie-footed dame Swift Iris had not stoopt in hast Ambassadresse from heauen Iris ambassâ—…dresse to Achilles from 〈◊〉 To Peleus sonne to bid him arme her message being giuen By Iuno kept from all the gods she thus excited him Rise thou most terrible of men and saue the precious lim Of thy belou'd in whose behalfe the conflict now runnes hie Before the fleete the either host fels other mutually These to retaine those to obtaine amongst whom most of all Is Hector prompt hee 's apt to drag thy friend home he your pall Will make his shoulders his head forc't hee 'l be most famous 〈◊〉 No more lie idle set the foe a much more costly prise Of thy friends value then let dogs make him a monument Where thy name will be grauen He askt What deitie hath sent Thy presence hither She repli'd Saturnia she alone Not high Ioue knowing nor one god that doth inhabite on Snowie Olympus He againe How shall I set vpon The worke of slaughter when mine armes are worne by Priams son How will my goddesse mother grieue that bad I should not arme Till she brought armes from Mulciber But should I do such harme To her and dutie who is he but Aiax that can vant The fitting my brest with his armes and he is conuersant Amongst the first in vse of his and rampiers of the foe Slaine neare Patroclus builds to him All this said she we know And wish thou onely wouldst but show thy person to the eyes Of these hote Ilians that afraid of further enterprise The Greeks may gaine some litle breath She woo'd and he was won And straite Minerua honor'd him who Ioues shield clapt vpon His mightie shoulders and his head girt with a cloud of gold That cast beames round about his browes And as when armes enfold A citie in an I le from thence a fume at first appeares Simile Being in the day but when the Euen her cloudie forehead reares Thicke show the fires and vp they cast their splendor that men nie Seeing their distresse perhaps may set ships out to their supply So to shew such aid from his head a light rose scaling heauen And forth the wall he stept and stood nor brake the precept giuen By his great mother mixt in fight but sent abroad his voice Which Pallas farre off ecchoed who did betwixt them hoise Shrill Tumult to a toplesse height And as a voice is heard Simile With emulous affection when any towne is spher'd With siege of such a foe as kils mens minds and for the towne Makes sound his trumpet so
â—…ll vnthought Stole on him in Achilles shape who tooke him thence and brought To well-built Lemnos selling him to famous Iasons sonne From whom a guest then in his house Imbrius Eetion Redeem'd at high rate and sent home t' Ariâ—…ba whence he fled And saw againe his fathers court eleuen daies banquetted Amongst his friends the twelfth god thrust his haplesse head againe In t'hands of sterne Aeacides who now must send him slaine To Plutos Court and gainst his will Him when Achilles knew Naked of helmet shield sword lance all which for ease he thâ—…ew To earth being ouercome with sweate and labour wearying His flying knees he storm'd and said O heauen a wondrous thing Inuades mine eyes those Ilians that heretofore I slue Rise from the darke dead quicke againe this man fâ—…te makes eschew Her owne steele fingers he was sold in Lemnos and the deepe Of all Seas twixt this Troy and that that many a man doth keepe From his lou'd countrie barres not him Come then he now shall tast The head of Pelias and trie if stâ—…le will downe as fast As other fortunes or kind earth can any surer 〈◊〉 On his slie person whose strong armes haue held downe Hercules His thoughts thus mou'd while he stood firme to see if he he 〈◊〉 Lycâ—…ons feare to be seeâ—… of Achilles Would offer flight which first he thought but when he had dâ—…ride He was dâ—…scried and flight was vaine fearefull he made more nie With purpose to embrace his knees and now long'd much to flie His blacke fate and abhorred death by coming in His foe Obseru'd all this and vp he raisd his lance as he would throw And then Lycaon close ran in fell on his breast and tooke Achilles knees whose lance on earth now staid did ouerlooke His â—…il-turn'd backe with thirst to glut his sharpe point with the blood That lay so readie but that thirst Lycaons thirst withstood To saue his blood Achilles knee in his one hand he knit His other held the long lance hard and would not part with it But thus besought I kisse thy knees diuine Aeacides Respect me and my fortunes rue I now present th' accesse Lycâ—…s 〈◊〉 intercession to Achilles for his life Of a poore suppliant for thy ruth and I am one that is Worthy thy ruth ô Ioues belou'd First houre my miseries Fell into any hand t was thine I tasted all my bread By thy gift since O since that houre that thy surprisall led From forth the faire wood my sad feete farre from my lou'd allies To famous Lemnos where I found an hundred Oxens prise To make my ransome for which now I thrise the worth will raise This day makes twelue since I arriu'd in Ilion many daies Being spent before in sufferance and now a cruell fate Thrusts me againe into thy hands I should hant Ioue with hate That with such set malignitie giues thee my life againe There were but two of vs for whom Laothoe sufferd paine Laothoe old Altes seed Alte whose pallace stood In height of vpper Pedasus neare Satnius â—…iluer flood And rulde the warre-like Lelegi Whose seed as many more King Priam married and begot the godlike Polydor And me accurst thou slaughterdst him and now thy hand on me Will proue as mortall I did thinke when here I met with thee I could not scape thee yet giue eare and adde thy mind to it I told my birth to intimate though one sire did beget Yet one wombe brought not into light Hector that slue thy friend And me O do not kill me then but let the wretched end Of Polydor excuse my life For halfe our being bred Brothers to Hector he halfe paid no more is forfeited Thus su'd he humbly but he heard with this austere replie Foole vrge not ruth noâ—… price to me till that solemnitie Resolu'd on for Patroclus death pay all his rites to fate Till his death I did grace to Troy and many liues did rate At price of ransome but none now of all the brood of Troy Who euer Ioue throwes to my hands shall any breath enioy That death can beate out specially that touch at Primas race Die die my friend what teares are these what sad lookes spoile thy face Patroclus died that farre past thee nay seest thou not beside My selfe euen I a faire yong-man and rarely magnifide And to my father being a king a mother haue that sits In ranke with goddesses and yet when thou hast spent thy spirits Death and as violent a fate must ouertake euen me By twilight morne-light day high noone when euer Destinie Sets on her man to hurle a lance or knit out of his string An arrow that must reach my life This said a languishing Lycaons heart bent like his knees yet left him strength t' aduance Both hands for mercie as he kneeld His foe yet leaues his lance And forth his sword flies which he hid in furrow of a wound Driuen through the ioynture of his necke flat fell he on the ground Stretcht with deaths pangs and all the earth embrew'd with timelesse blood Then gript Aeacides his heele and to the loftie flood Flung swinging his vnpitied corse to see it swim and tosse Vp on the rough waues and said Go feed fat the fish with losse Of thy left blood they cleane will sucke thy greene wounds and this saues Thy mother teares vpon thy bed Deepe Xanthus on his waues Shall hoyse thee brauely to a tombe that in her burly breast The sea shall open where great fish may keepe thy funerall feast With thy white fat and on the waues dance at thy wedding fate Clad in blacke horror keeping close inaccessible state So perish Ilians till we plucke the browes of Ilion Downe to her feete you flying still I flying still vpon Thus in the rere and as my browes were forckt with rabid hornes The word is 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 which they translate caedens but properly signifies dissipans ut boues infestis cornibus Tosse ye together This braue flood that strengthens and adornes Your citie with his siluer gulfes to whom so many buls Your zeale hath offerd with blind zeale his sacred current guls With casting chariots and horse quicke to his prayd-for aide Shall nothing profite perish then till cruell'st Death hath laide All at the red feet of Reuenge for my slaine friend and all With whom the absence of my hands made yours a festiuall This speech great Xanthus more enrag'd and made his spirit contend For meanes to shut vp the o'pt vaine against him and defend The Troians in it from his plague In meane time Peleus sonne And now with that long lance he hid for more blood set vpon Asteropaeus the descent of Pelagon and he Of brode-stream'd Axius and the dame of first natiuitie To all the daughters that renown'd Acesamenus seed Bright Periboea whom the flood arm'd thicke with loftie reed Comprest At her grandchild now went Thetis great sonne whose foe Stood
fit respects of men Are vanisht quite our right hands giuen our faiths our counsels vaine Our sacrifice with wine all fled in that prophaned flame We made to bind all for thus still we vaine perswasions frame And striue to worke our end with words not ioyning stratagemes And hands together though thus long the powre of our extremes Hath vrg'd vs to them Atreus sonne firme as at first howre stand Make good thy purpose talke no more in counsels but command In actiue field Let two or three that by themselues aduise Faint in their crowning they are such as are not truly wise They will for Argos ere they know if that which Ioue hath said Be false or true I tell them all that high Ioue bowd his head As first we went aboord our fleet for signe we should confer These Troians their due fate and death almightie Iupiter All that day darting forth his flames in an vnmeasur'd light On our right hands let therefore none once dreame of coward flight Till for his owne some wife of Troy he sleepes withall the rape Of Hellen wreaking and our sighes enforc't for her escape If any yet dare dote on home let his dishonor'd hast His blacke and well-built barke but touch that as he first disgrac't His countries spirit fate and death may first his spirit let go But be thou wise king do not trust thy selfe but others Know I will not vse an abiect word see all thy men arraid In tribes and nations that tribes tribes nations may nations aid Which doing thou shalt know what chiefs what souldiers play the men And what the cowards for they all will fight in seuerall then Easie for note And then shalt thou if thou destroist not Troy Know if the prophecies defect or men thou dost employ In their approu'd arts want in warre or lacke of that braue heate Fit for the ventrous spirits of Greece was cause to thy defeate To this the king of men replied O father all the sonnes Agamemnon to Nestor Of Greece thou conquerst in the strife of consultations I would to Ioue Atheniâ—… and Phoebus I could make Of all but ten such Counsellers then instantly would shake Kings Priams citie by our hands laid hold on and laid wast But Ioue hath orderd I should grieue and to that end hath cast My life into debates past end My selfe and Thetis sonne Like girles in words fought for a girle and I th' offence begunne But if we euer talke as friends Troys thus deferred fall Shall neuer vexe vs more one houre Come then to victles all That strong Mars all may bring to field each man his lances steele See sharpned well his shield well lin'd his horses meated well His chariot carefully made strong that these affaires of death We all day may hold fiercely out no man must rest or breath The bosomes of our targatiers must all be steept in sweate The lanciers arme must fall dissolu'd our chariot horse with heate Must seeme to melt But if I find one souldier take the chase Or stirre from fight or fight not still fixt in his enemies face Or hid a shipboord all the world for force nor price shall saue His hated life but fowles and dogs be his abhorred graue He said and such a murmure rose as on a loftie shore Simile The waues make when the Southwind comes and tumbles them before Against a rocke growne neare the strand which diuersly beset Is neuer free but here and there with varied vprores beat All rose then rushing to the fleete perfum'd their tents and eate Each offring to th' immortall Gods and praying to scape th' heate Of waâ—…e and death The king of men an Oxe of fiue yeares spring T'almightie Ioue slue call'd the Peeres first Nestor then the king Idomenaeus after them th' Aiaces and the sonne Of Tydeus Ithacus the sixth in counsell Paragon Diomed. To Ioue himselfe All these he bad but cat-a-martiall-crie Good Menelaus since he saw his brother busily Employd at that time would not stand on inuitation dBut of himselfe came All about the offring ouerthrowne Stood round tooke salt-cakes and the king himselfe thus praid for all O Ioue most great most glorious that in that starrie hall Sit'st drawing darke clouds vp to aire let not the Sunne go downe Darknesse supplying it till my hands the Pallace and the towne Of Priam ouerthrow and burne the armes on Hectors brest Diuiding spoiling with my sword thousands in interest Of his bad quarrell laid by him in dust and eating earth He pray'd Ioue heard him not but made more plentifull the birth Of his sad toiles yet tooke his gifts Prayres past cakes on they threw The Oxe then to the altar drawne they kill'd and from him drew His hide then cut him vp his thighes in two hewne dubd with fat Prickt on the sweet-breads and with wood leauelesse and kindl'd at Apposed fire they burne the thighes which done the inwards slit They broild on coales and eate The rest in giggots cut they spit Roast cunningly draw sit and feast nought lackt to leaue alaid Each temperate appetite which seru'd Nestor began and said Atrides most grac't king of men now no more words allow Nestor to Agamemnon Nor more deferre the deed Ioue vowes Let heralds summon nâ—…w The brasen-coted Greekes and vs range euerie where the host To stirre a strong warre quickly vp This speech no sillable lost The high-voic't heralds instantly he charg'd to call to armes The curld-head Greeks they call'd the Greeks straight answerd their alarmes The Ioue-kept kings about the king all gatherd with their aide Rang'd all in tribes and nations With them the gray-eyd maide Great Aegis Ioues bright shield sustain'd that can be neuer old Neuer corrupted fring'd about with serpents forg'd of gold As many as suffisde to make an hundred fringes worth A hunderd oxen euerie snake all sprawling all set forth With wondrous spirit Through the host with this the Goddesse ranne In furie casting round her eyes and furnisht euerie man With strength exciting all to armes and fight incessant None Now lik't their lou'd homes like the warres And as a fire vpon A huge wood on the heights of hils that farre off hurles his light So the diuine brasse shin'd on these thus thrusting on for fight Their splendor through the aire reacht heauen and as about the flood Caister in an Asian meade flockes of the airie brood Cranes Geese or long-neckt Swans here there proud of their pinions ffiâ—… And in their fals lay out such throats that with their spiritfull crie The meddow shrikes againe so here these many nation'd men Flow'd ouer the Scamandrian field from tents and ships the din Was dreadfull that the feete of men and horse beate out of earth And in the florishing meade they stood thicke as the odorous birth Of flowres or leaues bred in the spring or thicke as swarmes of flies Throng then to ship-coates when each swarme his erring wing applies To milke
Lycian Pandarus a man that being bred Out of a faithlesse familie she thought was fit to shed The blood of any innocent and breake the couenant sworne He was Lycaons sonne whom Ioue into a Wolfe did turne For sacrificing of a child and yet in armes renownd As one that was inculpable him Pallas standing found And round about him his strong troopes that bore the shadie shields He brought them from Aesaepus flood let through the Lycian fields Whom standing neare she whispred thus Lycaons warlike sonne Pallas to Pandarus perswading him to breaks the 〈◊〉 Shall I despaire at thy kind hands to haue a fauour done Nor dar'st thou let an arrow flie vpon the Spartan king It would be such a grace to Troy and such a glorious thing That euerie man would giue his gift but Alexanders hand Would loade thee with them if he could discouer from his stand His foes pride strooke downe with thy shaft and he himselfe ascend The flaming heape of funerall Come shoote him princely friend But first inuoke the God of light that in thy land was borne And is in archers art the best that euer sheafe hath worne To whom a hundred first ew'd lambes vow thou in holy fire When safe to sacred Zelias towres thy zealous steps retire With this the mad-gift-greedie man Minerua did perswade The description of 〈◊〉 his bow Who instantly drew forth a bow most admirably made Of th'antler of a iumping Goate bred in a steepe vp land Which Archerlike as long before he tooke his hidden stand The Euicke skipping from a rocke into the breast he smote And headlong feld him from his cliffe The forehead of the Gote Held out a wondrous goodly palme that sixteene branches brought Of all which ioynd an vsefull bow a skilfull Bowyer wrought Which pickt and polisht both the ends he hid with hornes of gold And this bow bent he close laid downe and bad his souldiers hold Their shields before him lest the Greekes discerning him should rise In tumults ere the Spartan king could be his arrowes prise Meane space with all his care he chusd and from his quiuer drew An arrow fetherd best for flight and yet that neuer flew Strong headed and most apt to pierce then tooke he vp his bow And nockt his shaft the ground whence all their future griefe did grow When praying to his God the Sunne that was in Lycia bred And king of Archers promising that he the blood would shed Of full an hundred first fallen lambes all offred to his name When to Zelias sacred wals from rescu'd Troy he came He tooke his arrow by the nocke and to his bended brest Virgil vseth these verses The Oxy sinew close he drew euen till the pile did rest Vpon the bosome of the bow and as that sauage prise Pandarus draught and shoote His strength constraind into an Orb as if the wind did rise The coming of it made a noise the sinew forged string Did giue a mightie twang and forth the eager shaft did sing Affecting speedinesse of flight amongst the Achiue throng Nor were the blessed heauenly powres vnmindfull of thy wrong O Menelaus but in chiefe Ioues seed the Pillager 〈◊〉 hurt Stood close before and slackt the force the arrow did confer With as much care and little hurt As doth a mother vse Simile And keepe off from her babe when sleepe doth through his powers diffuse His golden humor and th' assaults of rude and busie flies She still checks with her carefull hand for so the shaft she plies That on the buttons made of gold which made his girdle fast And where his curets double were the fall of it she plac't And thus much proofe she put it to the buckle made of gold The belt it fastned brauely wrought his curets double fold And last the charmed plate he wore which helpt him more then all And gainst all darts and shafts bestowd was to his life a wall So through all these the vpper skin the head did onely race Yet foorth the blood flow'd which did much his royall person grace And shew'd vpon his Iuorie skin as doth a purple dye Laid by a Dame of Caira or louely Maeony On Iuorie wrought in ornaments to decke the cheeks of horse Which in her mariage roome must lie whose beauties haue such force That they are wisht of many knights but are such precious things That they are kept for horse that draw the chariots of kings Which horse so deckt the chariotere esteemes a grace to him Like these in grace the blood vpon thy solid thighes did swim O Menelaus downe thy calues and ankles to the ground For nothing decks a souldier so as doth an honour'd wound Yet fearing he had far'd much worse the haire stood vp on end On Agameâ—…non when he saw so much blacke blood descend And stifned with the like dismay was Menelaus to But seeing th'arrowes stale without and that the head did go No further then it might be seene he cald his spirits againe Which Agamemnon marking not but thinking he was slaine He grip't his brother by the hand and sigh't as he would breake Which sigh the whole host tooke from him who thus at last did speake O dearest brother is' t for this That thy death must be wrought Agamemnous complaint and â—…are of his brothers hâ—…rt Wrought I this truce For this hast thou the single combat fought For all the armie of the Greekes For this hath Ilion sworne And trod all faith beneath their feet Yet all this hath not worne The right we challeng'd out of force this cannot render vaine Our stricken right hands sacred wine nor all our offrings slaine For though Olympius be not quicke in making good our ill He will be sure as he is slow and sharplier proue his will Their owne hands shall be ministers of those plagues they despise Which shall their wiues and children reach and all their progenies For both in mind and soule I know that there shall come a day When Ilion Priam all his powre shall quite be worne away When heauen-inhabiting Ioue shall shake his fierie shield at all For this one mischiefe This I know the world cannot recall But be all this all my griefe still for thee will be the same Deare brother if thy life must here put out his royall flame I shall to sandie Argos turne with infamie my face And all the Greekes will call for home old Priam and his race Will flame in glorie Helena vntoucht be still their pray And thy bones in our enemies earth our cursed fates shall lay Thy Sepulcher be troden downe the pride of Troy desire Insulting on it Thus ô thus let Agamemnoâ—…s ire In all his acts be expiate as now he carries home His idle armie emptie ships and leaues here ouercome Good Menelaus When this Braue breakes in their hated breath Then let the broade earth swallow me and take me quicke to death Nor shall this euer chance said
pappe quite through his shoulder bone And in the dust of earth he fell that was the fruitfull soyle Of his friends hopes but where he sow'd he buried all his toyle And as a Poplar shot aloft set by a riuer side Simile In moist edge of a mightiefenne his head in curls implide But all his bodie plaine and smooth to which a Wheel-wright puts The sharpe edge of his shining axe and his soft timber cuts From his innatiue roote in hope to hew out of his bole The Fell'ffs or out-parts of a wheele that compasse in the whole To serue some goodly chariot but being bigge and sad And to be hal'd home through the bogs the vsefull hope he had Sticks there and there the goodly plant lies withring out his grace So lay by Ioue-bred Aiax hand Anthemions forward race Nor could through that vast fen of toiles be drawne to serue the ends Intended by his bodies pow'rs nor cheare his aged friends But now the gay-arm'd Antiphus a sonne of Priam threw Antiphus one of Priams sonnes His lance at Aiax through the preasse which went by him and flew On Leucus wise Vlysses friend his groine it smote as faine He would haue drawne into his spoile the caâ—…kasse of the slaine By which he fell and that by him it vext Vlysses heart Who thrust into the face of fight well arm'd at euerie part Came close and lookt about to find an obiect worth his lance Which when the Troians saw him shake and he so neare aduance All shrunke he threw and forth it shin'd nor fell but where it feld His friends griefe gaue it angrie powre and deadly way it held Dâ—…mocoon PriaÌ„s base sonne â—…lain by 〈◊〉 Vpon Democoon who was sprung of Priams wanton force Came from Abydus and was made the maister of his horse Through both his temples strooke the dart the wood of one side shewd The pile out of the other lookt and so the earth he strewd With much sound of his weightie armes Then backe the formost went Euen Hector yeelded then the Greekes gaue worthie clamors vent Effecting then their first dumbe powers some drew the dead and spoild Some followed that in open flight Troy might confesse it foild Apollo angrie at the sight from top of Ilion cride Apollo excites the Troians Turne head ye well-rode Peeres of Troy feed not the Grecians pride They are not charm'd against your points of steele nor Iron fram'd Nor fights the faire-haird Thetis sonne but sits at fleet inflam'd So spake the dreadfull God from Troy The Greekes Ioues noblest seed Encourag'd to keepe on the chace and where fit spirit did need Pallâ—… encourageth the Greeks She gaue it marching in the midst Then flew the fatall howre Backe on Diores in returne of Ilions sun-burnd powre Diores Amarincides whose right legs ankle bone Diores And both the sinewes with a sharpe and handfull charging stone Pirus Imbrasides did breake that led the Thracian bands Piros And came from Aenos downe he fell and vp he held his hands To his lou'd friends his spirit wingd to flie out of his breast With which not satisfied againe Imbrasides addrest His Iaueline at him and so ript his nauill that the wound As endlesly it shut his eyes so opend on the ground It powr'd his entrailes As his foe went then suffisd away Thoas Aetolius threw a dart that did his pile conuay Aboue his nipple through his lungs when quitting his sterne part He closd with him and from his breast first drawing out his dart Piros â—…aine by Thoas His sword flew in and by the midst it wip't his bellie out So tooke his life but left his armes his friends so flockt about And thrust forth lances of such length before their slaughterd king Which though their foe were big and strong and often brake the ring Forg'd of their lances yet enforc't he left th' affected prise The Thracian and Epeian Dukes laid close with closed eyes By either other drownd in dust and round about the plaine All hid with slaughterd carkasses yet still did hotely raigne The martiall planet whose effects had any eye beheld Free and vnwounded and were led by Pallas through the field To keepe of Iauelins and suggest the least fault could be found He could not reprehend the fight so many strew'd the ground The end of the fourth Booke THE FIFTH BOOKE OF HOMERS ILIADS. THE ARGVMENT KIng Diomed by Pallas spirit inspir'd With will and powre is for his acts admir'd Meere men and men deriu'd from Deities And Deities themselues he terrifies Addes wounds to terrors his inflamed lance Drawes blood from Mars and Venus In a trance He casts Aeneas with a weightie stone Apollo quickens him and gets him gone Mars is recur'd by Paeon but by Ioue Rebuk't for authoring breach of humane loue Another Argument In Epsilon heauens blood is shed By sacred rage of Diomed. THen Pallas breath'd in Tydeus sonne to render whom supreame Pallas inspires and glorifies Diomed. To all the Greekes at all his parts she cast a hoter beame On his high mind his body fild with much superiour might And made his compleate armor cast a farre more complete light From his bright helme and shield did burne a most vnwearied fire This simile likâ—…wise Virgil Iearus of him Like rich Autumnus golden lampe whose brightnesse men admire Past all the other host of starres when with his chearefull face Fresh washt in loftie Ocean waues he doth the skies enchase To let whose glorie lose no sight still Pallas made him turne Where tumult most exprest his powre and where the fight did burne Dares Priest of Mulciber or Vulcan An honest and a wealthie man inhabited in Troy Dares the Priest of Mulciber who two sons did enioy Idaeus and bold Phegeus well seene in euerie fight These singl'd from their troopes and horst assaild Mineruas knight Ideus and Phegeus both against Diomâ—…d Who rang'd from fight to fight on foote all hasting mutuall charge And now drawne neare first Phegeus threw a iaueline swift and large Whose head the kings left shoulder tooke but did no harme at all Then rusht he out a lance at him that had no idle fall But in his breast stucke twixt the paps and strooke him from his horse Phegeus slaine Ideus 〈◊〉 Which sterne sight when Idaeus saw distrustfull of his force To saue his slaughterd brothers spoile it made him headlong leape From his faire chariot and leaue all yet had not scap't the heape Of heauie funerall if the God great president of fire Had not in sodaine clouds of smoke and pittie of his Sire To leaue him vtterly vnheird giuen safe passe to his feet He gone Tydides sent the horse and chariot to the fleet The Troians seeing Dares sonnes one slaine the other fled Were strooke amaz'd the blew-eyd maide to grace her Diomed In giuing free way to his power made this so ruthfull sact A fit aduantage to remoue
know the ready right hand charge I know the left and euery sway of my securefull targe I triumph in the crueltie of fixed combat fight And manage horse to all designes I thinke then with good right I may be confident as farre as this my challenge goes Without being taxed with a vaunt borne out with emptie showes But being a souldier so renownd I will not worke on thee With least aduantage of that skill I know doth strengthen me And so with priuitie of sleight winne that for which I striue But at thy best euen open strength if my endeuours thriue Thus sent he his long Iauelin forth it strooke his foes huge shield The combat Neere to the vpper skirt of brasse which was the eighth it held Sixe folds th'vntamed dart strooke through and in the seuenth tough hide The point was checkt then Aiax threw his angry Lance did glide Quite through his bright orbicular targe his curace shirt of maile And did his manly stomacks mouth with dangerous taint assaile But in the bowing of himselfe blacke death too short did strike Then both to plucke their Iauelins forth encountred Lion-like Whos 's bloudie violence is increast by that raw food they eate Or Bores whose strength wilde nourishment doth make so wondrous great Againe Priamides did wound in midst his shield of brasse Yet pierc't not through the vpper plate the head reflected was But Aiax following his Lance smote through his target quite And stayd bold Hector rushing in the Lance held way outright And hurt his necke out gusht the bloud yet Hector ceast not so But in his strong hand tooke a Flint as he did backwards go Saxis pugnant Blacke sharpe and big layd in the field the seuenfold targe it smit Full on the bosse and round about the brasse did ring with it But Aiax a farre greater stone lift vp and wreathing round With all his bodie layd to it he sent it forth to wound And gaue vnmeasur'd force to it the round stone broke within Hector strooks on his knees His rundled target his lou'd knees to languish did begin And he leand stretcht out on his shield but Phoebus raisd him streight Then had they layd on wounds with swords in vse of closer fight Vnlesse the Heralds messengers of Gods and godlike men The one of Troy the other Greece had held betwixt them then Imperiall scepters when the one Idaeus graue and wise Said to them Now no more my sonnes the Soueraigne of the skies Doth loue you both both souldiers are all witnesse with good right But now night layes her mace on earth t is good t' obey the night Idaeus Telamon replide To Hector speake not me Aiax to Idâ—… He that cald all our Achiue Peeres to station fight t was he If he first ceasse I gladly yeeld great Hector then began Aiax since Ioue to thy big forme made thee so strong a man Hector to Aiax And gaue thee skill to vse thy strength so much that for thy speare Thou art most excellent of Greece now let vs fight forbeare Hereafter we shall warre againe till Ioue our Herald be And grace with conquest which he will heauen yeelds to night and we Go thou and comfort all thy Fleet all friends and men of thine As I in Troy my fauourers who in the Fane diuine Hector giues Aiax a sword Aiax Hector a girdle Both which gifts were afterward cause of both their deaths Haue offerd Orisons for me and come let vs impart Some ensignes of our strife to shew each others suppled hart That men of Troy and Greece may say Thus their high quarrell ends Those that encountring were such foes are now being separate friends He gaue a sword whose handle was with siluer studs through driuen Scabard and all with hangers rich By Telamon was giuen A faire well glossed purple waste Thus Hector went to Troy And after him a multitude fild with his safeties ioy Despairing he could euer scape the puissant fortitude And vnimpeached Aiax hands The Greeks like ioy renude For their reputed victorie and brought him to the King Who to the great Saturnides preferd an offering Sacrifice for victorie Virgil imit An Oxe that fed on fiue faire springs they fleyd and quartred him And then in peeces cut on spits they rosted euery lim Which neatly drest they drew it off worke done they fell to feast Conuiuium à sacrificio All had enough but Telamon the King fed past the rest Nector to the Greeks With good large peeces of the chine Thus thirst and hunger staid Nestor whose counsels late were best vowes new and first he said Atrides and my other Lords a sort of Greeks are dead Whose blacke bloud neare Scamanders streame inhumane Mars hath shed Their soules to hell descended are it fits thee then our king To make our souldiers ceasse from warre and by the dayes first spring Let vs our selues assembled all the bodies beare to fire With Mules and Oxen neare our fleet that when we home retire Each man may carrie to the sonnes of fathers slaughterd here Their honourd bones one tombe for all foreuer let vs reare Circling the pile without the field at which we will erect Wals and a raueling that may safe our fleet and vs protect And in them let vs fashion gates solid and bard about Through which our horse and chariots may well get in and out Without all let vs dig a dike so deepe it may auaile Our forces gainst the charge of horse and foote that come t'assaile And thus th' attempts that I see swell in Troys proud heart shall faile The Kings do his aduice approue so Troy doth Court conuent At Priams gate in th'Ilion tower fearfull and turbulent Antenors counsell to the Tro ians Amongst all wise Antenor spake Troians and Dardan friends And Peeres assistants giue good eare to what my care commends To your consents for all our good resolue let vs restore The Argiue Hellen with her wealth to him she had before We now defend but broken faiths If therefore ye refuse No good euent can I expect of all the warres we vse He ceast and Alexander spake husband to th'Argiue Queene Paris replies Antenor to mine eares thy words harsh and vngracious beene Thou canst vse better if thou wilt but if these truly fit Thy serious thoughts the Gods with age haue reft thy grauer wit To war-like Troians I will speake I clearly do denie To yeeld my wife but all her wealth I le render willingly What euer I from Argos brought and vow to make it more Which I haue readie in my house if peace I may râ—…store Priam sirnam'd Dardanides godlike in counsels graue Priam to the Troians In his sonnes fauour well aduisde this resolution gaue My royall friends of euery state there is sufficient done For this late counsell we haue cald in th' offer of my sonne Now then let all take needfull food then let the
which we waite Of winning Troy with brasse and gold he shall his nauie freight And entring when we be at spoile that princely hand of his Shall chuse him twentie Troian Dames excepting Tyndaris The fairest Pergamus infolds and if we make retreat To Argos cald of all the world the Nauill or chiefe seat He shall become my sonne in law and I will honour him Euen as Orestes my sole sonne that doth in honours swim Three daughters in my wel-built court vnmarried are and faire Laodice Chrysothemis that hath the golden haire And Iphianassa of all three the worthiest let him take All ioynturelesse to Peleus Court I will her ioyncture make And that so great as neuer yet did any maide preferre Seuen cities right magnificent I will bestow on her Enope and Cardamile Hyra for herbes renownd The faire Aepaea Pedasus that doth with grapes abound Antaea girded with greene meades Phera surnam'd Diuine All whose bright turrets on the seas in sandie Pylos shine Th' inhabitants in flockes and heards are wondrous confluent Who like a God will honour him and him with gifts present And to his throne will contribute what tribute he will rate All this I gladly will performe to pacifie his hate Let him be milde and tractable t is for the God of ghosts To be vnrul'd implacable and seeke the bloud of hoasts Whom therefore men do much abhorre then let him yeeld to me I am his greater being a King and more in yeares then he Braue King said Nestor these rich gifts must make him needs relent Nestor makes choice of Ambassadors to Achilles Chuse then fit legates instantly to greete him at his Tent But stay admit my choice of them and let them strait be gone Ioue-loued Phoenix shall be chiefe then Aiax Telamon And Prince Vlyssès and on them let these two heralds wait Graue Odius and Euribates Come Lords take water strait Make pure your hands and with sweet words appease Achilles mind Which we will pray the king of Gods may gently make inclin'd All lik't his speech and on their hands the Heralds water shed The youths crownd cups of sacred wine to all distributed But hauing sacrific'd and drunke to euerie mans content With many notes by Nestor giuen the Legats forwards went With courtship in fit gestures vsd he did prepare them well But most Vlysses for his grace did not so much excell Such â—…ites beseeme Ambassadors and Nestor vrged these That their most honours might reflect enrag'd Aeacides They went along the shore and praid the God that earth doth bind In brackish chaines they might not faile but bow his mightie mind The quarter of the Myrmidons they reacht and found him set Delighted with his solemne harpe which curiously was fret Achilles at his Haâ—…pe With workes conceited through the verge the bawdricke that embrac't His loftie necke was siluer twist this when his hand laid waste Actions citie he did chuse as his especiall prise Aâ—…illes loue of Musicke And louing sacred musicke well made it his exercise To it he sung the glorious deeds of great Heroes dead Himselfe sings the deeds of Heroes And his true mind that practise faild sweet contemplation fed With him alone and opposite all silent sat his friend Attentiue and beholding him who now his song did end Th' Ambassadors did forwards preasse renown'd Vlysses led And stood in view their sodaine sight his admiration bred Who with his harpe and all arose so did Menetius sonne When he beheld them their receipt Achilles thus begun Health to my Lords right welcome men assure your selues you be Achilles gentle receit of Vlysses Aâ—…ax c. Though some necessitie I know doth make you visite me Incenst with iust cause gainst the Greeks This said a seuerall seate With purple cushions he set forth and did their ease intreate And said Now friend our greatest bolle with wine vnmixt and neate Appose these Lords and of the depth let euerie man make proofe These are my best-esteemed friends and vnderneath my roofe Patroclus did his deare friends will and he that did desire Principes ipsâ—… 〈◊〉 munera obeunt vt alibi To cheare the Lords come faint from fight set on a blasing fire A great brasse pot and into it a chine of muâ—…ton put And fat Goates flesh Automedon held while he peeces cut To rost and boile right cunningly then of a well fed swine A huge fat shoulder he cuts out and spits it wondrous fine His good friend made a goodly fire of which the force once past He laid the spit low neare the coales to make it browne at last Then sprinkled it with sacred salt and tooke it from the rackes This rosted and on dresser set his friend Patroclus takes Bread in faire baskets which set on Achilles brought the meate And to diuinest Ithacus tooke his opposed seate Vpon the bench then did he will his friend to sacrifice Sacrifice before meate Who cast sweet incense in the fire to all the Deities Thus fell they to their readie food hunger and thirst allaid Aiax to Phenix made a signe as if too long they staid Before they told their Legacie Vlysses saw him winke And filling the great boule with wine did to Achilles drinke Health to Achilles but our plights stand not in need of meate 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Who late supt at Atrides tent though for thy loue we eate Of many things whereof a part would make a compleat feast Nor can we ioy in these kind rites that haue our hearts opprest O Prince with feare of vtter spoile t is made a question now If we can saue our fleet or not vnlesse thy selfe endow Thy powers with wonted fortitude now Troy and her consorts Bold of thy want haue pitcht their tents close to our fleet and forts And made a firmament of fires and now no more they say Will they be prison'd in their wals but force their violent way Euen to our ships and Ioâ—…e himselfe hath with his lightnings showd Their bold aduâ—…ntures happie signes and Hector growes so prowd Of his huge strength borne out by Ioue that fearfully he raues Presuming neither men nor Gods can interrupt his braues Wilde rage inuades him and he prayes that soone the sacred morne Would light his furie boasting then our streamers shall be torne And all our nauall ornaments fall by his conquering stroke Our ships shall burne and we our selues lie stifl'd in the smoke And I am seriously affraid heauen will performe his threats And that t is fatall to vs all farre from our natiue seates To perish in victorious Troy but rise though it be late Dâ—…liuer the afflicted Greeks from Troyes tumultuous hate It will hereafter be thy griefe when no strength can suffise To remedie th'effected threats of our calamities Consider these affaires in time while thou maist vse thy powre And haue the grace to turne from Greece fates vnrecouered houre O friend thou knowest thy royall Sire forewarnd what should be done
as victors absolute informe him this from me His pride and my contempt shall liue at endlesse enmitie This said he left the Greeks and rusht into his watrie throne Much mist of all the th'heroicke host When Ioue discern'd him gone Apolloes seruice he employd and said Lou'd Phoebus go To Hector now th'earth-shaking god hath taken sea and so Iupiter to Apollâ—… Shrunke from the horrors I denounc't which standing he and all The vnder-seated deities that circle Saturnes fall Had heard of me in such a fight as had gone hard for them But both for them and me t is best that thus they flie th' extreme That had not past vs without sweate Now then in thy hands take My Adder-fring'd affrighting shield which with such terror shake That Feare may shake the Greekes to flight besides this adde thy care O Phoebus farre-off-shooting god that this so sickly fare Of famous Hector be recur'd and quickly so excite His amplest powres that all the Greeks may grace him with their â—…iht Euen to their ships and Hellespont and then will I deuise All words and facts againe for Greece that largely may suffice To breathe them from their instant toiles Thus from th'Idean height Like ayres swift-pigeon-killer stoupt the far-shot God of light And found great Hector sitting vp not stretcht vpon his bed Apollo visits Hector Not wheasing with a stopt-vp spirit not in cold sweates but fed With fresh and comfortable veines but his mind all his owne But round about him all his friends as well as euer knowne And this was with the mind of Ioue that flew to him before Apollo came who as he saw no signe of any sore Askt like a chearfull visitant why in this sickly kind Great Hector sitst thou so apart can any griefe of mind Inuade thy fortitude He spake but with a feeble voice Hector to Apollo O thou the best of deities why since I thus reioyce By thy so serious benefite demandst thou as in mirth And to my face if I were ill for more then what thy worth Must needs take note of doth not Fame from all mouthes fill thine 〈◊〉 That as my hand at th'Achiue fleete was making massacres Of men whom valiant Aiax led his strength strooke with a stone All powre of more hurt from my brest my very soule was gone And once to day I thought to see the house of Dis and Death Be strong said he for such a spirit now sends the god of breath Apollo to Hector From airie Ida as shall runne through all Greeke spirits in thee Apollo with the golden sword the cleare farre-seer see Him who betwixt death and thy life twixt ruine and those towres Ere this day oft hath held his shield Come then be all thy powres In wonted vigour let thy knights with all their horse assay The Grecian fleete my selfe will leade and scoure so cleare the way That Flight shall leaue no Greeke a Rub. Thus instantly inspir'd Were all his nerues with matchlesse strength and then his friends he fir'd Against their foes when to his eyes his eares confirm'd the god Then as a goodly headed Hart or Goate bred in the wood Simile A rout of country huntsmen chase with all their hounds in crie The beast yet or the shadie woods or rocks excessiue hie Keepe safe or our vnwieldie fates that euen in hunters sway Barre them the poore beasts pulling downe when straight the clamorous fray Cals out a Lion hugely man'd and his abhorred view Turnes headlong in vnturning flight though ventrous all the crew So hitherto the chasing Greeks their slaughter dealt by troupes But after Hector was beheld range here and there then stoupes The boldest courage then their heeles tooke in their dropping harts And then spake Andremonides a man of farre-best parts Of all th' Aetolians skild in darts strenuous in fights of stand And one of whom few of the Greekes could get the better hand For Rhetorique when they fought with words with all which being wise Thus spake he to his Grecian friends O mischiefe now mine eyes Andremonides to the Greekes Discerne no litle miracle Hector escapt from death And all recouerd when all thought his soule had sunke beneath The hands of Aiax but some God hath sau'd and freed againe Him that but now dissolu'd the knees of many a Grecian And now I feare will weaken more for not without the hand Of him that thunders can his powres thus still the forefights stand Thus still triumphant heare me then our troupes in quicke retreate Let 's draw vp to our fleete and we that boast our selues the Great Stand firme and trie if these that raise so high their charging daâ—…ts May be resisted I beleeue euen this great heart of harts Will feare himselfe to be too bold in charging thorow vs. They easely heard him and obeyd when all the generous They cald t' encounter Hectors charge and turn'd the common men Backe to the fleete and these were they that brauely furnisht then The fierce forefight th' Aiaces both the worthy Cretan king The Mars-like Meges Merion and Teucer Vp then bring The Troian chiefes their men in heapes before whom amply pac't Marcht Hector and in front of him Apollo who had cast About his bright aspect a cloud and did before him beare Ioues huge and each-where shaggie shield which to containe in feare Offending men the god-smith gaue to Ioue with this he led The Troian forces The Greeks stood a feruent clamor spred The aire on both sides as they ioyn'd out flew the shafts and darts Some falling short but othersome found buts in brests and harts As long as Phoebuâ—… held but out his horrid shield so long 〈◊〉 sight discomfits thâ—… 〈◊〉 The darts flew raging either way and death grew both wayes strong But when the Greeks had seene his face and who it was that shooke The bristled targe knew by his voice then all their strengths forsooke Their nerues and minds and then looke how a goodly herd of Neate Similâ—… Or wealthy flocke of sheepe being close and dreadlesse at their meate In some blacke midnight sodainly and not a keeper neere A brace of horrid Beares rush in and then flie here and there The poore affrighted flocks or herds So euery way disperst The heartlesse Grecians so the Sunne their headstrong chace reuerst To headlong flight and that day raisde with all grace Hectors head Arcesilaus then he slue and Stichius Stichius led Boeotias brazen-coted men the other was the friend Of mightie-soul'd Menestheus Aeneas brought to end Medon and Iasus Medon was the brother though but base Of swift Oileades and dwelt farre from his breeding place In Phylaca the other led th' Athenian bands his Sire Was Spelus Bucolus his sonne Mecistheus did expire Beneath Polydamas his hand Polites Echius slew Iust at the ioyning of the hosts Agenor ouerthrew Clonius Bold Deiochus felt Alexanders lance It strooke his shoulders vpper part and did his
〈◊〉 c. Sicut verò quando discurrit vel prorumpit vel cum impetu exurgit mens viri 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 signifying ruo prorumpo vel cum impetu exurgo as hauing trauelled farre on an irkesome iourney as Iuno had done for the Greekes faining to Ioue and Venus she was going to visite 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 multa nutrientes fines terrae and then knowes not whether he should go backeward or forward sustaines a vehement discourse with himselfe on what course to resolue and vext in mind which the words 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 expresse being to be vnderstood mentibus amaris vexatis or distractis with a spitefull sorrowfull vext or distracted mind not mentibus prudentibus as all most vnwisely in this place conuert it though in other places it intimates so much But here the other holds congruence with the rest of the simile from which in the wise sence it abhorres 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 signifying amarus more properly then prudens being translated prudens meerely metaphorically acccording to the second deduction where here it is vsed more properly according to the first deduction which is taken from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the Larcher tree whose gumme is exceeding bitter and because things irkesome and bitter as afflictions crosses c. are meanes to make men wise and take heede by others harmes therefore according to the second deduction 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 is taken for cautus or prudens But now that the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 or application seemes to make with their sence of swiftnesse the words 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 being translated by them sic citò properans it is thus to be turned in this place sic rapidè impetu pulsa so snatchingly or headlongly driuen flew Iuno As we often see with a clap of thunder Doues or other fowles driuen headlong from their seates not in direct flight but as they would breake their neckes with a kind of reeling 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 being deriued of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 signifying impetu ferri vel furibundo impetu ferri all which most aptly agreeth with Iunos enforced and wrathfull parting from Ioue and doing his charge distractedly This for me if another can giue better let him shew it and take it But in infinite other places is this diuine Poet thus prophaned which for the extreme â—…bour I cannot yet touch at b 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 c Difficile est it is a hard thing saith Minerua to Mars when she answers his anger for the slaughter of his sonne Ascalaphus for Ioue to deliuer the generation and birth of all men from death which Commentors thus vnderstand There were some men that neuer died as Tython the husband of Aurora Chyron Glaucus made a sea god c. and in holy Writ as Spondanus pleaseth to mixe them Enoc and Elias but because these few were freed from death Mars must not looke that all others were But this interpretation I thinke will appeare to all men at first sight both ridiculous and prophane Homer making Minerua onely iest at Mars here as she doth in other places bidding him not storme that his sonne should be slaine more then better borne stronger and worthier men for Ioue should haue enough to do or it were hard for Ioue to free all men from Death that are vnwilling to die This mine with the rest the other others accept which you please The end of the fifteenth Booke THE SIXTEENTH BOOK OF HOMERS ILIADS. THE ARGVMENT A Chilles at Patroclus suite doth yeeld His armes and Myrmidons which brought to field The Troians flie Patroclus hath the grace Of great Sarpedons death sprong of the race Of Iupiter he hauing slaine the horse Of Thetis sonne fierce Pedasus the force Of Hector doth reuenge the much-ru'dend Of most renown'd Sarpedon on the friend Of Thetides first by Euphorbus harm'd And by Apollos personall powre disarm'd Another Argument In 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Patroclus beares the chance Of death imposd by Hectors lance THus fighting for this well-built ship Patroclus all that space Stood by his friend preparing words to win the Greeeks his grace With powre of vncontained teares and like a fountaine pour'd In blacke streams froÌ„ a lofty rocke the Greeks so plagu'd deplor'd Achilles ruthfull for his teares said Wherefore weepes my friend So like a girle who though she sees her mother cannot tend Achilles chides Patroclus for his teares Her childish humours hangs on her and would be taken vp Stil viewing her with teare-drownd eyes when she hath made her stoope To nothing liker I can shape thy so vnseemely teares What causeth them hath any ill sollicited thine eares Befalne my Myrmidons or newes from loued Phthia brought Told onely thee lest I should grieue and therefore thus hath wrought On thy kind spirit Actors sonne the good Meâ—…tius Thy father liues and Peleus mine great sonne of Aeacus Amongst his Myrmidons whose deaths in dutie we should mourne Or is it what the Greeks sustaine that doth thy stomacke turne On whom for their iniustice sake plagues are so iustly laide Speake man let both know eithers heart Patroclus sighing said O Peleus sonne thou strongest Greeke by all degrees that liues Still be not angrie our sad state such cause of pittie giues Patroclus answer to Achilles Our greatest Greeks lie at their ships sore wounded Ithachus King Agamemnon Diomed and good Eurypilus But these much-medcine-knowing men Physitions can recure Thou yet vnmedcinable still though thy wound all endure Heauen blesse my bosome from such wrath as thou sooth'st as thy blisse Vnprofitably vertuous How shall our progenies Borne in thine age enioy thine aide when these friends in thy flowre Thou leau'st to such vnworthy death O idle cruell powre Great Peleus neuer did beget nor Thetis bring foorth thee Thou from the blew sea and her rockes deriu'st thy pedegree What so declines thee If thy mind shuns any augurie Related by thy mother Queene from heauens foreseeing eye And therefore thou forsak'st thy friends let me go ease their mones With those braue reliques of our host thy mightie Myrmidons That I may bring to field more light to Conquest then hath bene To which end grace me with thine armes since any shadow seene Of thy resemblance all the powre of periur'd Troy will flie And our so tired friends will breathe our fresh-set-on supplie Will easily driue their wearied off Thus foolish man he su'd For his sure death of all whose speech Achilles first renu'd The last part thus O worthy friend what haue thy speeches bene Achilles to 〈◊〉 I shun the fight for Oracles or what my mother Queene Hath told from Ioue I take no care nor note of one such thing But this fit anger stings me still that the insulting king Should from his equall take his right since he exceeds in powre This still his wrong is still my griefe he tooke my Paramour That all men gaue and whom I wonne by vertue of
and foote To that siege held so long Twise fiue and twenty saile he brought twise fiue and twentie strong Of able men was euery saile fiue Colonels he made Of all those forces trustie men and all of powre to leade But he of powre beyond them all Menesthius was one That euer wore discolour'd armes he was a riuers sonne That fell from heauen and good to drinke was his delightfull streame His name vnwearied Sperchius he lou'd the louely dame Faire Polydora Peleus seed and deare in Borus sight And she to that celestiall flood gaue this Menesthius light A woman mixing with a god Yet Borus bore the name Of father to Menesthius he marrying the dame And giuing her a mightie dowre he was the kind descent Of Perieris The next man renown'd with regiment Was strong Eudorus brought to life by one supposd a maide Bright Polymela Phylas seed but had the wanton plaid With Argus-killing Mercurie who fir'd with her faire eyes As she was singing in the quire of her that makes the cries In clamorous hunting and doth beare the crooked bow of gold Stole to her bed in that chaste roome that Phebe chast did hold And gaue her that swift-warrelicke sonne Eâ—…dirys brought to light As she was dancing but as soone as she that rules the plight Eudorus borne as Polymela his mother was dancing Of labouring women easd her throwes and shew'd her â—…onne the Sunne Strong Echeclaeus Actors heire woo'd earnestly and wonne Her second fauour feeing her with gifts of infinite prise And after brought her to his house where in his grandsires eyes Old Phylas Polymelas sonne obtaind exceeding gracâ—… And found as carefull bringing vp as of his naturall race He had descended The third chiefe was faire Memalides Memalides the third Collonell Pysandrus who in skill of darts obtaind supremest praise Of all the Myrmidons except their Lords companion The fourth charge aged Phoenix had The fifth Alcimedon Phoenix the fourth Sonne of Laercus and much fam'd All these digested thus 〈◊〉 the fifâ—…h In fit place by the mightie sonne of royall Peleus This sterne remembrance he gaue all You Myrmidons said he Achilles to his Myrmidons Lest any of you should forget his threatnings vsde to me In this place and through all the time that my iust anger raign'd Attempting me with bitter words for being so restrain'd For my hote humour from the fight remember them as these Thou cruell sonne of Peleus whom she that rules the seas Did onely nourish with her gall thou dost vngently hold Our hands against our wills from fight we will not be controld But take our ships and saile for home before we loyter here And feed thy furie These high words exceeding often were The threates that in your mutinous troopes ye vsde to me for wrath To be detaind so from the fiâ—…ld now then your splenes may bath In sweate of those great works ye wisht now he that can employ A generous heart go fight and fright these bragging sonnes of Troy This set their minds and strengths on fire the speech enforcing well Being vsde in time but being their kings it much more did impell And closer rusht-in all the troopes And as for buildings hie 〈◊〉 The Mazon layes his stones more thicke against th'extremitie Of wind and weather and euen then if any storme arise He thickens them the more for that the present act so plies His honest mind to make sure worke So for the high estate This worke was brought to these mens minds according to the rate Were raisd and all their bodies ioyn'd but there well-spoken king With his so timely-thought-on speech more sharpe made valours sting And thickn'd so their targets bost so all their helmets then That shields propt shields helmes helmets knockt and men encourag'd men Patroclus and Automedon did arme before them all Patroclus and Automedon arme together Two bodies with one mind inform'd and then the Generall Betooke him to his priuate Tent where from a coffer wrought Most rich and curiously and giuen by Thetis to be brought In his owne ship top-fild with vests warme robes to checke cold wind And tapistries all golden fring'd and curl'd with thrumbs behind He tooke a most vnualewed boule in which none dranke but he Achilles sacrifice for his friends safe returne Nor he but to the deities nor any deitie But Ioue himselfe was seru'd with that and that he first did clense With sulphure then with fluences of sweetest water rense Then washt his hands and drew himselfe a boule of mightie wine Which standing midst the place enclosde for seruices diuine And looking vp to heauen and Ioue who saw him well he pour'd Vpon the place of sacrifice and humbly thus implor'd Great Dodonaeus President of cold Dodonaes towres Achilles 〈◊〉 Diuine Pelasgicus that dwell'st farre hence about whose bowres Th'austere prophetique Selli dwell that still sleepe on the ground Go bare and neuer clense their feete as I before haue found Grace to my vowes and hurt to Greece so now my prayres intend I still stay in the gatherd fleete but haue dismist my friend Amongst my many Myrmidons to danger of the dart O grant his valour my renowne arme with my mind his hart That Hectors selfe may know my friend can worke in single warre And not then onely shew his hands so hote and singular When my kind presence seconds him but fight he nere so well No further let him trust his fight but when he shall repell Clamor and Danger from our fleete vouchsafe a safe retreate To him and all his companies with fames and armes compleate He prayd and heauens great Counsellor gaue satisfying eare To one part of his orisons but left the other there He let him free the fleete of foes but safe retreate denide Achilles left that vtter part where he his zeale applide And turn'd into his inner tent made fast his cup and then Stood forth and with his mind beheld the foes fight and his men That follow'd his great minded friend embattail'd till they brake With gallant spirit vpon the foe And as fell waspes that make Simile Their dwellings in the broade high way which foolish children vse Their cottages being neare their nests to anger and abuse With euer vexing them and breed to sooth their childish warre A common ill to many men since if a traueller That would his iourneys end apply and passe them vnassayd Come neare and vexe them vpon him the childrens faults are layd For on they flie as he were such and still defend their owne So far'd it with the feruent mind of euery Myrmidon Who pour'd themselues out of their fleete vpon their wanton foes That needs would stirre them thrust so neare and cause the ouerthrowes Of many others that had else bene neuer toucht by them Nor would haue toucht Patroclus then put his wind to the streame Patroclus to the 〈◊〉 And thus exhorted Now my friends remember you
as not being satis compotes mentis Poeticae for want of which which all their reading and language cannot supply they are thus often graueld and mistaken d 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 c. Veluti Aquila The sport Homer makes with Menelaus is here likewise confirmed and amplified in another Simile resembling him intentionally to a harefinder though for colours sake he vseth the word Eagle as in all other places where he presents him being so eminent a person â—…e hides his simplicity with some shadow of glory or other The circumstances making it cleare being here and in diuers other places made a messenger from Aiax and others to call such and such to their aid which was vnfit for a man of his place if he had bene in magnanimitie and valour equall or any thing neare it But to confirme his imperfection therein in diuers other places he is called 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 mollis bellator and therefore was fittest to be employed to cal vp those that were â—…ardier and abler In going about which businesse Homer shewes how he looks about leering like a hare-finder for to make it simply a Simile illustrating the state of his addresse in that base affaire had neither wit nor decorum Both which being at their height in the other sence because our Homer was their great master to all accomplishment let none detract so miserably from him as to take this otherwise then a continuance of his Ironie The end of the seuenteenth Booke THE XVIII BOOKE OF HOMERS ILIADS. THE ARGVMENT AChilles mournes told of Patroclus end When Thetis doth from forth the sea ascâ—…nd And comfort him aduising to abstaine From any fight till her request could gaine Fit armes of Vulcan Iuno yet commands To shew himselfe And at the dike he stands In sight of th' enemie who with his sight Flies and a number perish in the flight Patroclus person safe brought from the warres His souldiers wash Vulcan the armes prepares Another Argument Sigma continues the alarmes And fashions the renowmed armes THey fought still like the rage of fire And now Antilochus Came to Aeacides whose mind was much solicitous For that which as he fear'd was falne He found him neer the fleet With vpright saile-yeards vttering this to his heroike conceit Ay me why see the Greeks themselues thus beaten from the field And routed headlong to their fleet O let not heauen yeeld Achilles to himselfe concerning Patroclus Effect to what my sad soule feares that as I was foretold The strongest Myrmidon next me when I should still behold The Sunnes faire light must part with it Past doubt Menaetius sonne Is he on whom that fate is wrought O wretch to leaue vndone What I commanded that the fleete once freed of hostile fire Not meeting Hector instantly he should his powres retire As thus his troubl'd mind discourst Antilochus appear'd And told with teares the sad newes thus My Lord that must be heard Antilochus reâ—…ates Patroclus death Which would to heauen I might not tell Menaetius sonne lies dead And for his naked corse his armes alreadie forfeited And worne by Hector the debate is now most vehement This said Griefe darkned all his powres With both his hands he rent The blacke mould from the forced earth and pour'd it on his head Achilles his rage Smear'd all his louely face his weeds diuinely fashioned All filde and mangl'd and himselfe he threw vpon the shore Lay as laid out for funerall Then tumbl'd round and tore His gracious curles his Ecstacie he did so farre extend That all the Ladies wonne by him and his now slaughterd friend Afflicted strangely for his plight came shrieking from the tents And fell about him beate their breasts their tender lineaments Dissolu'd with sorrow And with them wept Nestors warlike sonne Fell by him holding his faire hands in feare he would haue done His person violence his heart extremely streightned burn'd Beate sweld and sighd as it would burst So terribly he mourn'd That Thetis sitting in the deepes of her old fathers seas Heard and lamented To her plaints the bright Nereides Flockt all how many those darke gulfes soeuer comprehend There Glauce and Cymodoce and Spyo did attend Nesaea and Cymothoa and calme Amphithoe Thalia Thoa Panope and swift Dynanime Actaea and Lymnoria and Halia the faire Fam'd for the beautie of her eyes Amathia for her haire Iaera Proto Clymene and curl'd Dexamine Pherusa Doris and with these the smooth Amphinome Chast Galathea so renowm'd and Callianira came With Doto and Orythia to cheare the mournfull Dame Apseudes likewise visited and Callianassa gaue Her kind attendance and with her Agaue grac't the Caue Nemertes Maera followed Melita Ianesse With Ianira and the rest of those Nereides That in the deepe seas make abode all which together beate Their dewie bosomes and to all thus Thetis did repeate Her cause of mourning Sisters heare how much the sorrowes wey Thâ—…u to the Nâ—…reides Whose cries now cald ye haplesse I brought forth vnhappily The best of all the sonnes of men who like a well-set plant In best soiles grew and flourished and when his spirit did want Employment for his youth and strength I sent him with a fleete To fight at Ilion from whence his fate-confined feete Passe all my deitie to retire The court of his high birth The glorious court of Peleus must entertaine his worth Neuer hereafter All the life he hath to liue with me Must wast in sorrowes and this sonne I now am bent to see Being now afflicted with some griefe not vsually graue Whose knowledge and recure I seeke This said she left her caue Which all left with her swimming forth the greene waues as they swom Cleft with their bosomes curld and gaue quicke way to Troy Being come They all ascended two and two and trod the honor'd shore Till where the fleete of Myrmidons drawne vp in heapes it bore There stayd they at Achilles ship and there did Thetis lay Thet is to Achilles Her faire hand on her sonnes curl'd head sigh'd wept and bad him say What griefe drew from his eyes those teares conceale it not said she Till this houre thy vplifted hands haue all things granted thee The Greeks all thrust vp at their sternes haue pour'd on t teares enow And in them seene how much they misse remission of thy vow Achilles to Thetis He said T is true Olympius hath done me all that grace But what ioy haue I of it all when thus â—…hrusts in the place Losse of my whole selfe in my friend whom when his foe had slaine He spoil'd of those prophaned armes that Peleus did obtaine From heauens high powres solemnizing thy sacred nuptiall bands As th' onely present of them all and fitted well their hands Being louely radiant maruellous O would to heauen thy throne With these faire deities of the sea thou still hadst sate vpon And Peleus had a mortall wife since by his meanes is done So much
appaid Long since and held it as at first to Priam Ilion And all his subiects for the rape of his licentious sonne Proud Paris that despisde these dames in their diuine accesse Made to his cottage and praisd her that his sad wantonnesse So costly nourisht The twelfth morne now shin'd on the delay Of Hectors rescue and then spake the deitie of the day Apollo to the other gods Thus to th'immortals Shamelesse gods authors of ill ye are To suffer ill Hath Hectors life at all times show'd his care Of all your rights in burning thighs of Beeues and Goates to you And are your cares no more of him vouchsafe ye not euen now Euen dead to keepe him that his wife his mother and his sonne Father and subiects may be mou'd to those deeds he hath done See'ng you preserue him that seru'd you and sending to their hands His person for the rites of fire Achilles that withstands All helpe to others you can helpe one that hath neither hart Nor soule within him that will moue or yeeld to any part That fits a man but Lion-like vplandish and meere wilde Slaue to his pride and all his nerues being naturally compil'd Of eminent strength stalkes out and preyes vpon a silly sheepe And so fares this man That fit ruth that now should draw so deepe In all the world being lost in him And Shame a qualitie Shame a quality that hurts and helpes men exceedingly Of so much weight that both it helpes and hurts excessiuely Men in their manners is not knowne nor hath the powre to be In this mans being Other men a greater losse then he Haue vndergone a sonne suppose or brother of one wombe Yet after dues of woes and teares they bury in his tombe All their deplorings Fates haue giuen to all that are true men True manly patience but this man so soothes his bloudy veine That no bloud serues it he must haue diuine-soul'd Hector bound To his proud chariot and danc't in a most barbarous round About his lou'd friends sepulcher when he is slaine T is vile And drawes no profit after it But let him now awhile Marke but our angers his is spent let all his strength take heed It tempts not our wraths he begets in this outragious deed The dull earth with his furies hate White-wristed Iuno said Being much incenst This doome is one that thou wouldst haue obaid Thou bearer of the siluer bow that we in equall care And honour should hold Hectors worth with him that claimes a share In our deseruings Hector suckt a mortall womans brest Aeacides a goddesses our selfe had interest Both in his infant nourishment and bringing vp with state And to the humane Pelâ—…s we gaue his bridall mate Because he had th'immortals loue To celebrate the feast Of their high nuptials euery god was glad to be a guest And thou fedst of his fathers cates touching thy harpe in grace Of that beginning of our friend whom thy perfidious face In his perfection blusheth not to match with Priâ—…m sonne O thou that to betray and shame art still companion Iâ—…e thus receiu'd her Neuer giue these brode termes to a god Iâ—…e to 〈◊〉 Those two men shall not be compar'd and yet of all that trod The well-pau'd Iliâ—… none so deare to all the deities As Hector was at least to me For offrings most of prise His hands would neuer pretermit Our altars euer stood Furnisht with banquets fitting vs odors and euery good Smokt in our temples and for this foreseeing it his fate We markt with honour which must stand but to giue stealth estate In his deliuerance shun we that nor must we fauour one To shame another Priuily with wrong to Thetis sonne We must not worke out Hectors right There is a ransome due And open course by lawes of armes in which must humbly sue The friends of Hector Which iust meane if any god would stay And vse the other t would not serue for Thetis night and day Is guardian to him But would one call Iris hither I Would giue directions that for gifts the Trâ—…n king should buy His Hectors body which the sonne of Thetis shall resigne This said his will was done the Dame that doth in vapours shine Dewie and thin footed with stormes iumpt to the sable seas Twixt Samos and sharpe Imbers cliffes the lake gron'd with the presse Of her rough feete and plummet-like put in an oxes horne That beares death to the raw-fed fish she diu'd and found forlorne Thetis lamenting her sonnes fate who was in Troy to haue Iris to Thetis Farre from his countrey his death seru'd Close to her Iris stood And said Rise Thetis prudent Ioue whose counsels thirst not blood Cals for thee Thetis answerd her with asking What 's the cause The great god cals my sad powres fear'd to breake th' immortall lawes In going fil'd with griefes to heauen But he sets snares for none With colourd counsels not a word of him but shall be done She said and tooke a sable vaile a blacker neuer wore A heauenly shoulder and gaue way Swift Iris swum before About both rowld the brackish waues They tooke their banks and flew Vp to Olympus where they found Satâ—…nius farre-of-view Spher'd with heauens-euerbeing states Minerua rose and gaue Her place to Thetis neare to Ioue and Iâ—…no did receiue Her entry with a cup of gold in which she dranke to her Grac't her with comfort and the cup to her hand did referre She dranke resigning it And then the sire of men and gods Thus entertain'd her Com'st thou vp to these our blest abodes Faire goddesse Thetis yet art sad and that in so high kind As passeth suffrance this I know and try'd thee and now find Thy will by mine rulde which is rule to all worlds gouernment Besides this triall yet this cause sent downe for thy ascent Nine dayes Contention hath bene held amongst th'immortals here For Hectors person and thy sonne and some aduices were To haue our good spie Mercurie steale from thy sonne the Corse But that reproch I kept farre off to keepe in future force Thy former loue and reuerence Haste then and tell thy sonne The gods are angrie and my selfe take that wrong he hath done To Hector in worst part of all the rather since he still Detaines his person Charge him then if he respect my will For any reason to resigne slaine Hector I will send Iris to Priam to redeeme his sonne and recommend Fit ransome to Achilles grace in which right he may ioy And end his vaine griefe To this charge bright Thetis did employ Instant endeuour From heauens tops she reacht Achilles tent Found him still sighing and some friends with all their complements Soothing his humour othersome with all contention Dressing his dinner all their paines and skils consum'd vpon Thetis to Achilles A huge wooll-bearer slaughterd there His reuerend mother then Came neare tooke kindly his faire hand and askt him Deare sonne
the king His milke-white head and beard With pittie he beheld and said Poore man thy mind is scar'd With much affliction how durst thy person thus alone Venture on his sight that hath â—…aine so many a worthy sonne And so deare to thee thy old heart is made of iron sit And settle we our woes though huge for nothing profits it Cold mourning wastes but our liues heates The gods haue destinate That wretched mortals must liue sad T is the immortall state Of Deitie that liues secure Two Tunnes of gifts there lie In Ioues gate one of good one ill that our mortalitie Maintaine spoile order which when Ioue doth mixe to any man One while he frolicks one while mourns If of his mournfull Kan A man drinks onely onely wrongs he doth expose him to Sad hunger in th' abundant earth doth tosse him to and froe Respected nor of gods nor men The mixt cup Peleus dranke Euen from hiâ—… birth heauen blâ—…st his life he liu'd not that could thanke The gods for such rare benefits as set foorth his estate He reign'd among his Myrmidons most rich most fortunate And though a mortall had his bed deckt with a deathlesse Dame And yet with all this good one ill god mixt that takes all name From all that goodnesse his Name now whose preseruation here Men count the crowne of their most good not blest with powre to beare One blossome but my selfe and I shaken as soone as blowne Nor shall I liue to cheare his age and giue nutrition To him that nourisht me Farre off my rest is set in Troy To leaue thee restlesse and thy seed Thy selfe that did enioy As we haue heard a happie life what Lesbos doth containe In times past being a blest mans seate what the vnmeasur'd maine Of Hellâ—…spontus Phrygiâ—… holds are all said to adorne Thy Empire wealth and sonnes enow but when the gods did turne Thy blest state to partake with bane warre and the bloods of men Circl'd thy citie neuer cleare Sit downe and suffer then Mourne not ineuitable things thy teares can spring no deeds To helpe theee nor recall thy sonne impacience euer breeds Ill vpon ill makâ—…s worst things worse and therefore sit He said Giue me no seate great seed of Ioue when yet vnransomed Priam to Aâ—… Hector lies ritelesse in thy tents but daigne with vtmost speed His resignation that these eyes may see his person freed And thy grace satisfied with gifts Accept what I haue brought And turne to Phthia t is enough thy conquering hand hath fought Till Hector faltred vnder it and Hectors father stood With free humanitie safe He frown'd and said Giue not my blood Achilles angry with Priâ—… Fresh cause of furie I know well I must râ—…signe thy sonne Ioue by my mother vtterd it and what besides is done I know as amply and thy selfe old Priam I know too Some god hath brought thee for no man durst vse a thought to go On such a seruice I haue guards and I haue gates to stay Easie accesses do not then presume thy will can sway Like Ioues will and incense againe my quencht blood lest nor thou Nor Ioue gets the command of me This made the old king bow And downe he sate in feare the Prince leapt like a Lion forth Automedon and Alcymus attending all the worth Brought for the body they tooke downe and brought in and with it Idaeus herald to the king a cote embroderd yet And two rich cloakes they left to hide the person Thetis sonne Cald out his women to annoint and quickly ouerrunne The Corse with water lifting it in priuate to the coach Lest Priam saw and his cold blood embrac't a fierie touch Of anger at the turpitude prophaning it and blew Againe his wraths fire to his death This done his women threw The cote and cloake on but the Corse Achilles owne hand laide Vpon a bed and with his friends to chariot it conuaide For which forc't grace abhorring so from his free mind he wept Cried out for anger and thus praide O friend do not except Against this fauour to our foe if in the deepe thou heare And that I giue him to his Sire he gaue faire ransome deare In my obseruance is Ioues will and whatsoeuer part Of all these gifts by any meane I fitly may conuert To thy renowne here and will there it shall be pour'd vpon Thy honour'd sepulcher This said he went and what was done Told Priam saying Father now thy wils fit rites are paide Thy sonne is giuen vp in the morne thine eyes shall see him laid Deckt in thy chariot on his bed in meane space let vs eate The rich-hair'd Niobe found thoughts that made her take her meate Though twelue deare children she saw slaine sixe daughters sixe yong sons The sonnes incenst Apollo slue the maides confusions Diana wrought since Niobe her merits durst compare With great Latonaâ—… arguing that she did onely beare Two children and her selfe had twelue For which those onely two Slue all her twelue nine dayes they lay steept in their blood her woe Found no friend to afford them fire Saturnius had turnd Humanes to stones The tenth day yet the good celestials burnd The trunkes themselues and Niobe when she was tyr'd with teares Fell to her foode and now with rockes and wilde hils mixt she beares In Sypilus the gods wraths still in that place where t is said The Goddesse Fairies vse to dance about the funerall bed Of Achelous where though turn'd with cold griefe to a stone Heauen giues her heate enough to feele what plague comparison With his powers made by earth deserues affect not then too farre Without griefe like a god being a man but for a mans life care And take fit foode thou shalt haue time beside to mourne thy sonne He shall be tearefull thou being full not here but Ilion Shall finde thee weeping roomes enow He said and so arose And causd a siluer-fleec't sheepe kill'd his friends skils did dispose The fleaing cutting of it vp and cookely spitted it Rosted and drew it artfully Automedon as fit Was for the reuerend Sewers place and all the browne ioynts seru'd On wicker vessell to the boord Achilles owne hands keru'd And close they fell too Hunger stancht talke and obseruing time Their mutuall obseruation of eithers fashion at the table Was vsde of all hands Priam sate amaz'd to see the prime Of Thetis sonne accomplisht so with stature lookes and grace In which the fashion of a god he thought had chang'd his place Achilles fell to him as fast admir'd as much his yeares Told in his graue and good aspect his speech euen charm'd his eares So orderd so materiall With this food feasted too Old Priam spake thus Now Ioues seed command that I may go Priam to Achilles And adde to this feast grace of rest these lids nere closde mine eyes Since vnder thy hands fled thâ—… soule of my deare sonne sighes cries And woes all