Their brackes to you and pray'd your kinde supply He heard and hasted and met instantly The Queene vpon the pauement in his way Who askt what bringst thou not 〈…〉 Finde his austere supposes Takes 〈…〉 Of th'vniust wooers Or thus hard 〈…〉 On any other doubt the house obiectâ— He does me wrong and giues 〈…〉 To his fear'd safety He does right said 〈◊〉 And what he feares should moue the policie Of any wise one taking care to shun The violent wooers He bids bide til Sun Hath hid his broad light and beleeue it Queene T' will make your best course since you two vnseene May passe th' encounter you to speake more free And he your eare gaine lesse distractedly The Guest is wise said she and well doth giue The right thought vse Of all the men that liue Life serues none such as these proud wooers are To giue a good man cause to vse his care Thus all agreed amongst the wooers goes Eumaeus to the Prince and whispering close Said Now my Loue my charge shall take vp me Your goods and mine VVhat here is you must see Iâ— fit protection But in chiefe regard Yoâ—r owne deere safegard whose state study hard Lest sufferance seize you Many a wicked thought Conceale these wooers whom iust Ioue see brought To vtter ruine ere it touch at vs. So chance it Friend replyed Telemachus Your Beuer taken go in first of day Come and bring sacrifice the best you may To me and to th'immortals be the care Of whatsoeuer heere the safeties are This said he sate in his elaborate Throne Eumaeus fed to satisfaction Went to his charge left both the Court and wals Full of secure and fatall Festiuals In which the wooers pleasures still would sway And now begun the Euens nere-endinâ— day The End of the Seauententh Booke of Homers Odysses THE EIGHTEENTH BOOKE OF HOMERS ODYSSES. THE ARGVMENT VLysses and Rogue Irus fight Penelope vouchsafes her sight To all her Wooers who present Gifts to her rauisht with content A certaine Parle then we sing Betwixt a Wooer and the King Another 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The Beggers gleâ— the Kings high fame Gifts giuen to see a vertuous Dame THere came a commune Begger to the Court Who in the City begg'd of all resort Excell'd in madnesse of the gut drunke eate Past intermission was most hugely great Yet had no fiuers in him nor no force In sight a Man In mind a liuing Corse His true name was Arnaeus for his mother Impos'd it from his birth And yet another The City youth would giue him from the course He after tooke deriu'd out of the force That Need held on him which was vp and downe To run on all mens errands through the Towne VVhich sounded Irus VVhen whose gut was come He needs would barre Vlysses his owne home And fell to chiding him Old man saide he Your way out of the Entry quickly see Be with faire Language taken lest your stay But little longer see you dragg'd away See Sir Obserue you not how all these make Direct signes at me Charging me to take Your heeles and drag you out But I take shame Rise yet y' are best lest we two play a game At cuffes together He bent browes and saide VVretch I do thee no ill nor once vpbraide Thy presence with a word nor what mine eye By all hands sees thee giuen one thought enuy Nor shouldst thou enuy others Thou mayst see The place will hold vs both and seem'st to me A Begger like my sels which who can mend The Gods giue most to whom they least are Friend The cheefe goods Gods giue is in good to end But to the hands strife of which y' are so free Prouoke me not for feare you anger me And lest the old man on whose scorne you stood Your lips and bosome make shake hands in blood I loue my quiet well and more will loue To morrow then to day But if you moue My peace beyond my right the warre you make Will neuer after giue you will to take Vlysses house into your begging walke O Gods saide he how volubly doth talke This eating gulfe And how his fume breakes out As from an old crackt Ouen whom I will clout So bitterly and so with both hands mall His chaps together that his teeth shall fall As plaine seene on the earth as any Sowes That ruts the Corne-fields or deuoures the Mowes Come close we now that all may see what wrong An old man tempts that takes at cuffes a yong Thus in the entry of those lofty Tow'rs These two with al splene spent their iarring pow'rs Antinous tooke it laught and saide O Friends We neuer had such sport This Guest contends VVith this vaste Begger at the Buffets fight Come ioyne we hands and screw vp all their spight All rose in Laughters and about them bore All the ragg'd rout of beggers at the dore Then mou'd Antinous the victors hire To all the woo'rs thus There are now at fire Two brests of Goat both which let Law set downe Before the man that wins the dayes renowne With all their fat and greauie And of both The glorious Victor shal preferre his tooth To which he makes his choise of from vs all And euer after banquet in our Hall VVith what our boords yeeld Not a Begger more Allow'd to share but all keepe out at dore This he proposd and this they all approu'd To which Vlysses answer'd O most lou'd By no meanes should an old man and one old In chiefe with sorrowes be so ouer-bold To combat with his yonger But alas Mans-owne-ill-working belly needs will passe This worke vpon me and enforce me too To beate this fellow But then you must doo My age no wrong to take my yongers part And play me foule play making your strokes smart Helpe his to conquer for you easly may With your strengths crush me Do then right lay Your Honors on it in your oaths to yield His part no aide but equall leaue the field All swore his will But then Telemachus His Fathers scoffes with comforts serious Could not but answer and made this reply Guest If thine owne powers cheere thy victory Feare no mans else that will not passe it free He fights with many that shall touch but thee I le see thy guestâ— right paide Thou heere art come In my protection and to this the summe Of all these wooers which Antinous are And King Eurymachus conioyne their care Both vow'd it VVhen Vlysses laying by His vpper weed his inner beggery Nere shew'd his shame which he with rags preueÌ„ted Pluckt from about his Thighes and so presented Their goodly sight which were so white and great And his large shoulders were to view so set By his bare rags his armes his breast and all So broad and brawny their grace naturall Being helpt by Pallas euer standing nere That all the wooers his admirers were Beyond all measure mutuall whispers driuen Through all their cluster saying Sure as
be Grace in my habit and in place put on These tatter'd rags which now you see vpon My wretched bosom When heauens light took sea They fetcht the Field-workes of faire Ithâ—ca And in the arm'd Ship with a wel-wreath'd cord They streightly bound me and did all disbord To shore to supper in contentious â—out Yet straight the Gods themselues tooke from about My pressed limbes the bands with equall ease And I my head in rags wrapt tooke the Seas Descending by the smooth sterne vsing then My hands for Oares and made from these bad men Long way in little time At last I fetcht A goodly Groue of Okes whose Shore I recht And cast me prostrate on it When they knew My thus-made-scape about the Shores they flew But soone not finding held it not their best To seeke me further but return'd to rest Aboord their Vessell Me the Gods lodg'd close Conducting me into the safe repose A good mans stable yeelded And thus Fate This poore houre added to my liuing date O wretch of Guests said he thy Tale hath stirr'd My minde to much ruth both how thou hast err'd And suffer'd hearing in such good parts showne But what thy chang'd relation would make knowne About Vlysses I hold neither true Nor will beleeue and what need'st thou pursue A Lye so rashly Since he sure is so As I conceiue for which my skill shall go The safe returne my King lackes cannot be He is so enuied of each Deity So cleere so cruelly For not in Troy They gaue him end nor let his Corpse enioy The hands of Friends which well they might haue done He manag'd armes to such perfection And should haue had his Sepulcher and all And all the Greekes to grace his Funerall And this had giuen a glory to his Son Through all times future But his head is run Vnseene vnhonor'd into Harpies mawes For my part I le not meddle with the cause I liue a separate life amongst my Swine Come at no Towne for any need of mine Vnlesse the circularly witted Queene When any farre-come guest is to be seene That brings her newes commands me bring a Brawn About which all things being in question drawne That touch the King they sit and some are sad For his long absence Some againe are glad To waste his goods vnwreak't all talking still But as for me I nourish't little will T' enquire or question of him since the man That faign'd himselfe the fled Etolian For slaughtering one through many Regions straid In my Stall as his diuersory staide VVhere well entreating him he told me then Amongst the Cretans with King Idomen He saw Vlysses at his Ships repaire That had bene brush't with the enraged aire And that in Summer or in Autumne sure VVith all his braue friends and rich furniture He would be heere and nothing so nor so But thou an old man taught with so much wo As thou hast suffer'd to be season'd true And brought by his â—ate do not heere pursue His gratulations with thy cunning Lies Thou canst not soake so through my Faculties For I did neuer either honor thee Or giue thee loue to bring these tales to me But in my feare of Hospitable Ioue Thou didst to this passe my affections moue You stand exceeding much incredulous Reply'd Vlysses to haue witnest thus My word and Oath yet yeeld no trust at all But make we now a couenant here and call The dreadfull Gods to witnesse that take seat In large Olympus if your Kings retreat Proue made euen hither you shall furnish me With cloake and coate and make my passage free For lou'd Dâ—lichius If as fits my vow Your King returne not let your seruants throw My old limbes headlong from some rock most hye That other poore men may take feare to lye The Herdsman that had gifts in him diuine Replied O Guest how shal this Fame of mine And honest vertue amongst men remaine Now and heereafter without worthy staine If I that led thee to my Houeâ— heere And made thee fitting hospitable cheere Should after kill thee and thy loâ—ed minde Force from thy bones Or how should stand enclin'd With any Faith my will t' importune 〈◊〉 In any prayer heereafter for his loue Come now 't is supper 's houre and instant hast My men wil make home when our sweet repast Wee 'le taste together This discourse they held In mutual kinde when from a neighbor field His Swine and Swine-herds came who in their coats Inclosd their Herds for sleepe which mighty throats Laid out in entring Then the God-like Swaine His men enioyn'd thus Bring me to be slaine A chiefe Swine female for my stranger Guest VVhen altogether we wil take our Feâ—â—t Refreshing now our spirits that all day take Paines in our Swines good who may therfore make For our paines with them all amends with one Since others eate our Labors and take none This said his sharpe steele hew'd down wood they A passing fat Swine hal'd out of the Sty Of fiue yeares old which to the fire they put VVhen first Eâ—mâ—eus from the Front did cut The sacred haire and cast it in the fire Then pray'd to heauen for stil before desire VVas seru'd with food in their so rude abods Not the poore Swine-herd would forget the Gods Good soules they bore how bad soeuer were The habits â—hat their bodies parts did beare VVhen all the deathlesse Deities besought That wise Vlysses might be safely brought Home to his house then with a logge of Oke Left lying by highlifting it a stroke He gaue so deadly it made life expire Then cut the rest her throat and all in fire They hid and sindg'd her cut her vp and then The Maister tooke the office from the men VVho on the Altar did the parts impose That seru'd for sacrifice beginning close About the belly thorough which he went And all the chiefe fat gathering gaue it vent Part dreg'd with Flowre into the sacred flame Then cut they vp the ioynts and roasted them Drew all from spit and seru'd in dishes all Then rose Eâ—maeus who was General In skill to guide each act his fit euent And all in seuen parts cut the first part went To seruice of the Nymphs and Mercury To whose names he did Rites of piety In vowes particular and all the rest He shar'd to euery one but his lou'd Guest He grac't with all the Chine and of that King To haue his heart chear'd set vp euery string VVhich he obseruing saide I would to Ioue Eumaeus thou liu'dst in his worthy loue As great as mine that giu'st to such a guest As my poore selfe of all thy goods the best Eumaeus answer'd Eate vnhappy wretch And to what heere is at thy pleasure reach This I haue this thou want'st thus God will giue Thus take away in vs and all that liue To his wil 's equall center all things fall His minde he must haue for he can do all Thus hauing eate
Vlysses and his sonne the Flyers chac'st As when with crooked Beakes and Seres a cast Of hill-bred Eagles cast off at some game That yet their strengths keepe But put vp in flame The Eagles stoopes From which along the field The poore Foules make wing this and that way yield Their hard-flowne Pinions â—hen the clouds assay For scape or shelter their forlorne dismay All spirit exhaling all wings strength to carry Their bodies forth and trust vp to the Quarry Their Faulconers ride in and reioyce to see Their Hawkes performe a flight so feruently So in their flight Vlysses with his Heire Did stoope and cuffe the wooers that the aire Broke in vaste sighes whose heads they shot cleft The Pauement boyling with the soules they reft Liodes running to Vlysses toke His knees and thus did on his name inuoke Vlysses Let me pray thee to my place Affoord the reuerence and to me the grace That neuer did or saide to any Dame Thy Court contain'd or deede or word to blame But others so affected I haue made Lay downe their insolence and if the trade They kept with wickednesse haue made them still Despise my speech and vse their wonted ill They haue their penance by the stroke of death Which their desâ—rt diuinely warranteth But I am Priest amongst them and shall I That nought haue done worth death amongst theÌ„ dy From thee this Prouerbe then will men deriue Good turnes do neuer their meere deeds suruiue He bending his displeased forehead saide If you be Priest amongst them as you pleade Yet you would marry and with my wife too And haue descent by her For all that woo Wish to obtaine which they should neuer doo Dames husbands liuing You must therefore pray Of force and oft in Court heere that the day Of my returne for home might neuer shine The death to me wish't therefore shall be thine This said he tooke a sword vp that was cast From Agelaus hauing strooke his last And on the Priests mid necke he laide a stroke That strooke his head off tumbling as he spoke Then did the Poet Phoemiuâ— whose sur-name VVas call'd Terpiades who thither came Forc't by the woo'rs fly death but being nere The Courts great gate he stood and parted there In two his counsailes either to remoue And take the Altar of Hereâ—ian Ioue Made sacred to him with a world of Art Engrauen about it where were wont t' impart Laertes and Vlysses many a Thye Of broad-brow'd Oxen to the Deity Or venture to Vlysses claâ—pe his knee And pray his ruth The last was the decree His choise resolu'd on Twixt the royall Throne And that faire Table that the Bolle stood on VVith which they sacrific'd his Harpe he laide Along the earth the Kings knees hugg'd and saide Vlysses Let my prayers obtaine of thee My sacred skils respect and ruth to mee It will heereafter grieue thee to haue slaine A Poet that doth sing to Gods and men I of my selfe am taught for God alone All sorts of song hath in my bosome sowne And I as to a God will sing to thee Then do not thou deale like the Priest with me Thine owne lou'd sonne Telemachus will say That not to beg heere nor with willing way Was my accesse to thy high Court addrest To giue the wooers my song after Feast But being many and so much more strong They forc't me hither and compell'd my Song This did the Princes sacred vertue heare And to the King his Father said Forbeare To mixe the guiltlesse with the guilties blood And with him likewise let our mercies saue Medon the Herald that did still behaue Himselfe with care of my good from a childe If by Eumaeus yet he be not kild Or by Philaetius nor your fury met While all this blood about the house it swet This Medon heard as lying hid beneath A Throne set neere halfe dead with feare of death A new-flead Oxe-hide as but there throwne by His serious shroud made he lying there to fly But hearing this he quickly left the Throne His Oxe-hide cast as quickly and as soone The Princes knees seiz'd saying O my loue I am not slaine but heere aliue and moue Abstaine your selfe and do not see your Sire Quench with my cold blood the vnmeasur'd fire That flames in his strength making spoile of me His wraths right for the wooers iniury Vlysses smil'd and said Be confident This man hath sau'd and made thee different To let thee know and say and others see Good life is much more safe then villany Go then sit free without from death within This much renowned Singer from the sin Of these men likewise quit Both rest you there While I my house purge as it fits me here This saide they went and tooke their seat without At Ioues high Altar looking round about Expecting still their slaughter VVhen the King Searcht round the Hall to try lifes hidden wing Made from more death But all laid prostrate there In blood and gore he saw whole sholes they were And lay as thicke as in a hollow creake VVithouâ— the white Sea when the Fishers breake Their many-meshed Draught-net vp there lye Fish frisking on the Sands and faine the dry VVould for the wet change But th'al-seeing beam The Sun exhales hath suckt their liues from them So one by other spraul'd the wooers there Vlysses and his Son then bid appeare The Nurse Euryclea to let her heare His minde in something fit for her affaire He op't the doore and call'd and said Repaire Graue Matron long since borne that art our Spy To all this houses seruile huswifery My Father cals thee to impart some thought That askes thy action His word found in nought Her slacke obseruance who straight op't the dore And enter'd to him when himselfe before Had left the Hall But there the King she view'd Amongst the slaine with blood and gore embrew'd And as a Lyon sculking all in Night Farre off in Pastures and come home all dight In iawes and brest-lockes with an Oxes blood New feasted on him his lookes full of mood So look't Vlysses all his hands and feete Freckl'd with purple When which sight did greete The poore old woman such workes being for eyes Of no soft temper out she brake in cries VVhose vent though throughly opened he yet closd Cal'd her more neere and thus her plaints composd Forbeare nor shrieke thus But vent ioyes as loud It is no piety to bemone the proud Though ends befall them mouing neere so much These are the portions of the Gods to such Mens owne impieties in their instant act Sustaine their plagues which are with stay but rackt But these men Gods nor men had in esteeme Nor good nor bad had any sence in them Their liues directly ill were therefore cause That Death in these sterne formes so deepely drawes Recount then to me those licentious Dames That lost my honor and their sexes shames I le tell you truly she replied There are
Of deitie runne for but the faculties This house is seasd of and the turrets here Thou shalt be Lord of nor shall any beare The least part of of all thou doest possesse As long as this land is no wildernesse Nor rul'd by out-lawes But giue these their passe And tell me best of Prince who he was That guested here so late from whence and what In any region bosted he his state His race his countrie Brought he any newes Of thy returning Father Or for dues Of moneys to him made he fit repaire How sodainly he rusht into the aire Nor would sustaine to stay and make him knowne His Port shewd no debaucht companion He answerd Thereturne of my lou'd Sire Is past all hope and should rude Fame inspire From any place a flattring messenger With newes of his suruiuall he should beare No least beliefe off from my desperate loue Which if a sacred Prophet should approue Calld by my mother for her cares vnrest It should not moue me For my late faire guest He was of old my Fathers touching here From Sea-girt Taphos and for name doth beare Mentas the sonne of wise Anchialus And gouernes all the Taphians studious Of Nauigation This he said but knew It was a Goddesse These againe withdrew To dances and attraction of the song And while their pleasures did the time prolong The sable Euen descended and did steepe The lids of all men in desire of sleepe Telemachus into a roome built hie Of his illustrous Court and to the eie Of circular prospect to his bed ascended And in his mind much weightie thought contended Before him Euryclaea that well knew All the obseruance of a handmaids due Daughter to Opis Pysenorides Bore two bright torches Who did so much please Laërtes in her prime that for the price Of twentie Oxen he made merchandize Of her rare beauties and Loues equall flame To her he felt as to his nuptiall Dame Yet neuer durst he mixe with her in bed So much the anger of his wife he fled She now growne old to yong Telemachâ—s Two torches bore and was obsequious Past all his other maids and did apply Her seruice to him from his infancie His wel-built chamber reacht she op't the dore He on his bed sat The soft weeds he wore Put off and to the diligent old maid Gaue all who fitly all in thicke folds laid And hung them on a beame-pin neare the bed That round about was rich embrodered Then made she haste forth from him and did bring The doore together with a siluer ring And by a string a barre to it did pull He laid and couerd well with cuâ—led wooll Wouen in silke quilts all night emploid his minde About the taske that Pallas had design'd Finis libri primi Hâ—m Odyss THE SECOND BOOKE OF HOMERS ODYSSES. THE ARGVMENT TElemachus to Court doth call The wooers and commands them all To leaue his house and taking then From wise Minerua ship and men And all things fit for him beside That Euryclaea could prouide For sea-rites till he found his Sire He hoists saile when heauen stoopes his fire Another 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The old Maids store The voyage cheres The ship leaues shore Minerua steres NOw when with rosie fingers th' early borne And throwne through all the aire appear'd the moâ—e Vlysses lou'd sonne from his bed appeard His weeds put on and did about him gird His sword that thwart his shoulders hung and tied To his faire feete faire shooes and all parts plied For speedie readinesse who when he trod The open earth to men shewd like a God The Heralds then he strait charg'd to consort The curld-head Greekes with lowd calls to a Court They summon'd th' other came in vtmost haste Who all assembld and in one heape plac't He likewse came to councell and did beare In his faiâ—e hand his iron-headed speare Nor came alone nor with men troopes prepar'd But two fleete dogs made both his traine and Guard Pallas supplied with her high wisedomes grace That all mens wants supplies States painted face His entring presence all men did admire Who tooke seate in the high throne of his Sire To which the graue Peeres gaue him reuerend way Amongst whom an Aegyptian Heroe Crooked with age and full of skill begun The speech to all Who had a loued sonne That with diuine Vlysses did ascend His hollow fleete to Troy to serue which end He kept faire horse and was a man at Armes And in the cruell Cyclops sterne alarmes His life lost by him in his hollow caue Whose entrailes open'd his abhorred graue And made of him of all Vlysses traine His latest supper being latest slaine His name was Antipâ—us And this old man This crooked growne this wise Aegyptian Had three sonnes more of which one riotous A wooer was and calld 〈◊〉 The other two tooke both his owne wisht course Yet both the best fates weighd not downe the worse But left the old man mindfull still of mone Who weeping thus bespake the Session Heare Ithacensiaâ—s all I fitly say Since our diuine Vlysses parting day Neuer was councell calld nor session And now by whom is this thus vndergone Whom did Necessitie so much compell Of yong or old Hath any one heard tell Of any coming armie that he thus now May openly take boldnesse to aâ—ow First hauing heard it Or will any here Some motion for the publicke good preferre Some worth of note there is in this command And me thinkes it must be some good mans hand That 's put to it that either hath direct Meanes to assist or for his good affect Hopes to be happie in the proofe he makes And that Ioue grant what ere he vndertakes Telemachus reioycing much to heare The good hope and opinion men did beare Of his young actions no longer â—at But longd t' approue what this man pointed at And make his first proofe in a cause so good And in the Councels chiefe place vp he stood When strait Pysenor Herald to his Sire And learnd in counsels felt his heart on fire To heare him speake and put into his hand The Scepter that his Father did command Then to the old Aegyptian turnd he spoke Father not farre he is that vndertooke To call this councell whom you soone shall know My selfe whose wrongs my griefes will maâ—e me show Am he that author'd this assembly here Nor haue I heard of any armie neare Of which being first told I might iterate Nor for the publicke good can aught relaâ—â— Onely mine owne affaires all this procure That in my house a double ill endure One hauing lost a Father so renownd Whose kind rule once with your command was crownd The other is what much more doth augment His weightie losse the ruine imminent Of all my house by it my goods all spent And of all this the wooers that are sonnes To our chiefe Peeres are the Confusions Importuning my Mothers mariage Against her will nor dares their blouds
Against the great Sea of such dread to passe Which not the best-built ship that euer was Will passe exulting when such winds as Ioue Can thunder vp their trims and tacklings proue But could I build one I would ne're aboord Thy will opposde nor won without thy word Giuen in the great oath of the Gods to me Not to beguile me in the least degree The Goddesse smilde held hard his hand and said O y' are a shrewdw one and so habited In taking heed thou knowst not what it is To be vnwary nor vse words amisse How hast thou charmd me were I ne're so slie Let earth know then and heauen so broad so hie And th'vnder-sunke waues of th' infernall streame Which is an oath as terribly supreame As any God sweares that I had no thought But stood with what I spake nor would haue wrought Nor counseld any act against thy good But euer diligently weighd and stood On those points in perswading thee that I Would vse my selfe in such extremitie For my mind simple is and innocent Not giuen by cruell sleights to circumuent Nor beare I in my breast a heart of steele But with the Sufferer willing sufferance feele This said the Grace of Goddesses led home He tract her steps and to the Cauerne come In that rich Throne whence Mercurie arose He sate The Nymph her selfe did then appose For food and beuridge to him all best meate And drinke that mortals vse to taste and eate Then sate she opposite and for her Feast Was Nectar and Ambrosia addrest By handmaids to her Both what was prepar'd Did freely fall to Hauing fitly far'd The Nymph Calypso this discourse began Ioue-bred Vlysses many-witted man Still is thy home so wisht so soone away Be still of cheare for all the worst I say But if thy soule knew what a summe of woes For thee to cast vp thy sterne Fates impose Ere to thy country earth thy hopes attaine Vndoubtedly thy choice would here remaine Keepe house with me and be a liuer euer Which me thinkes should thy house and thee disseuer Though for thy wife there thou art set on fire And all thy dayes are spent in her desire And though it be no boast in me to say In forme and mind I match her euery way Nor can it fit a mortall Dames compare T' affect those termes with vs that deathlesse are The great in counsels made her this reply Renowm'd and to be reuerenc'd Deitie Let it not moue thee that so much I vow My comforts to my wife though well I know All cause my selfe why wise Penelope In wit is farre inferiour to thee In feature stature all the parts of show She being a mortall an Immortall thou Old euer growing and yet neuer old Yet her desire shall all my dayes see told Adding the sight of my returning day And naturall home If any God shall lay His hand vpon me as I passe the seas I le beare the worst of what his hand shall please As hauing giuen me such a mind as shall The more still rise the more his hand le ts fall In warres and waues my sufferings were not small I now haue sufferd much as much before Hereafter let as much result and more This said the Sunne set and earth shadowes gaue When these two in an in-roome of the Caue Left to themselues left Loue no rites vndone The early Morne vp vp he rose put on His in and our-weed She her selfe inchaces Amidst a white robe full of all the Graces Ample and pleaâ—ed thicke like fishie skales A golden girdle then her waste empales Her head a veile decks and abroad they come And now began Vlysses to go home A great Axe first she gaue that two wayes cut In which a faire wel-polisht helme was put That from an Oliue bough receiu'd his frame A plainer then Then led she till they came To loftie woods that did the I le confine The Fiâ—â—e tree Poplar and heauen-scaling Pine Had there their ofspring Of which those that were Of driest matter and grew longest there He chusde for lighter saile This place thus showne The Nymph turnd home He fell to felling downe And twentie trees he stoopt in litle space Plaind vsde his Plumb did all with artfull grace In meane time did Calypso wimbles bring He bor'd closde naild and orderd euery thing And tooke how much a ship-wright will allow A ship of burthen one that best doth know What fits his Art so large a Keele he cast Wrought vp her decks and hatches side-boords mast With willow watlings armd her to resist The billowes outrage added all she mist Sail-yards and sterne for guide The Nymph then brought Linnen for sailes which with dispatch he wrought Gables and halsters tacklings All the Frame In foure dayes space to full perfection came The fift day they dismist him from the shore Weeds neate and odorous gaue him victles store Wine and strong waters and a prosperous wind To which Vlysses fit to be diuin'd His sailes exposd and hoised Off he gat And chearfull was he At the Sterne he sat And ster'd right artfully No sleepe could seise His ey-lids he behâ—ld the Pleâ—ades The Beare surnam'd the Waine that round doth moue About Orion and keepes still aboue The billowie Ocâ—an The slow-setting starre Bootes calld by some the Waggonar Calypso warnd him he his course should stere Still to his left hand Seuenteene dayes did cleare The cloudie Nights command in his moist way And by the eighteenth light he might display The shadie hils of the Phaeacian shore For which as to his next abode he bore The countrie did a pretie figure yeeld And lookt from off the darke seas like a shield Imperious Neptune making his retreate From th' Aethiopian earth and taking seate Vpon the mountaines of the Solymi From thence farre off discouering did descrie Vlysses his fields plowing All on fire The sight strait set his heart and made desire Of wreake runne ouer it did boile so hie When his head nodding O impietie He cried out now the Gods inconstancie Is most apparent altring their designes Since I the Aethiops saw and here confines To this Vlysses fate his misery The great marke on which all his hopes rely Lies in Phaeacia But I hope he shall Feele woe at height ere that dead calme befall This said he begging gatherd clouds from land Frighted the seas vp snatcht into his hand His horrid Trident and aloft did tosse Of all the winds all stormes he could engrosse All earth tooke into sea with clouds grim Night Fell tumbling headlong from the cope of Light The East and Southwinds iustld in the aire The violent Zephire and North-making faire Rould vp the waues before them and then bent Vlysses knees then all his spirit was spent In which despaire he thus spake Woe is me What was I borne to man of miserie Feare tels me now that all the Goddesse said Truths selfe will author that Fate would be
Cyclop that long since Made vse to prey vpon our Citizens This man no moist man is nor watrish thing That 's euer flitting euer rauishing All it can compasse and like it doth range In rape of women neuer staid in change This man is truly manly wise and staid In soule more rich the more to sense decaid Who nor will do nor suffer to be done Acts leud and abiect nor can such a one Greete the Phaeacians with a mind enuious Deare to the Gods they are and he is pious Besides diuided from the world we are The outpart of it billowes circulare The sea reuoluing round about our shore Nor is there any man that enters more Then our owne countrimen with what is brought From other countries This man minding nought But his reliefe a poore vnhappie wretch Wrackt here and hath no other land to fetch Him now we must prouide for from Ioue come All strangers and the needie of a home Who any gift though ne're so small it be Esteeme as great and take it gratefully And therefore Virgins giue the stranger food And wine and see ye bath him in the flood Neare to some shore to shelter most enclin'd To cold Bath-bathers hurtfull is the wind Not onely rugged making th' outward skin But by his thin powres pierceth parts within This said their flight in a returne they set And did Vlysses with all grace entreate Shewd him a shore windâ— proofe and full of shade By him a shirt and vtter mantle laid A golden Iugge of liquid oile did adde Bad wash and all things as Nausicaa bad Diuine Vlysses would not vse their aid But thus bespake them Euery louely maid Let me entreate to stand a litle by That I alone the fresh flood may apply To clense my bosome of the sea-wrought brine And then vse oile which long time did not shine On my poore shoulders I le not wash in sight Of faire-haird maidens I should blush outright To bathe all bare by such a virgin light They mou'd and musde a man had so much grace And told their Mistris what a man he was He clensd his broad-soild-shoulders backe and head Yet neuer tam'd But now had fome and weed Knit in the faire curles Which dissolu'd and he Slickt all with sweet oile the sweet charitie The vntoucht virgin shewd in his attire He cloth'd him with Then Pallas put a fire More then before into his sparkling eies His late soile set off with his soone fresh guise His locks clensd curld the more and matcht in power To please an eye the Hyacinthian flower And as a workman that can well combine Siluer and gold and make both striue to shine As being by Vulcan and Minerua too Taught how farre either may be vrg'd to go In strife of eminence when worke sets forth A worthy soule to bodies of such worth No thought reprouing th' act in any place Nor Art no debt to Natures liueliest grace So Pallas wrought in him a grace as great From head to shoulders and ashore did seate His goodly presence To which such a guise He shewd in going that it rauisht eies All which continude as he sate apart Nausicaas eye strooke wonder through her heart Who thus bespake her consorts Heare me you Faire-wristed Virgins this rare man I know Treds not our country earth against the will Of some God thron'd on the Olympian hill He shewd to me till now not worth the note But now he lookes as he had Godhead got I would to heauen my husband were no worse And would be calld no better but the course Of other husbands pleasd to dwell out here Obserue and serue him with our vtmost cheare She said they heard and did He drunke and eate Like to a Harpy hauing toucht no meate A long before time But Nausicaa now Thought of the more grace she did lately vow Had horse to Chariot ioynd and vp she rose Vp chear'd her guest and said Guest now dispose Your selfe for Towne that I may let you see My Fathers Court where all the Peeres will be Of our Phaeacian State At all parts then Obserue to whom and what place y' are t' attain Though I need vsher you with no aduice Since I suppose you absolutely wise While we the fields passe and mens labours there So long in these maids guides directly beare Vpon my Chariot I must go before For cause that after comes to which this more Be my induction you shall then soone end Your way to Towne whose Towres you see ascend To such a steepnesse On whose either side A faire Port stands to which is nothing wide An enterers passage on whose both hands ride Ships in faire harbors which once past you win The goodly market place that circles in A Phane to Neptune built of curious stone And passing ample where munition Gables and masts men make and polisht oares For the Phaeacians are not conquerors By bowes nor quiuers Oares masts ships they are With which they plow the sea and wage their warre And now the cause comes why I leade the way Not taking you to Coach The men that sway In worke of those tooles that so fit our State Are rude Mechanicals that rare and late Worke in the market place and those are they Whose bitter tongues I shun who strait would say For these vile vulgars are extreamly proud And fouly languag'd What is he allowd To coach it with Nausicaa so large set And fairely fashiond where were these two met He shall be sure her husband She hath bene Gadding in some place and of forraine men Fitting her fancie kindly brought him home In her owne ship He must of force be come From some farre region we haue no such man It may be praying hard when her heart ran On some wisht husband out of heauen some God Dropt in her lap and there lies she at rode Her complete life time But in sooth if she Ranging abroad a husband such as he Whom now we saw laid hand on she was wise For none of all our Nobles are of prise Enough for her he must beyond-sea come That wins her high mind and will haue her home Of our Peeres many haue importun'd her Yet she will none Thus these folks will conferre Behind my backe or meeting to my face The foule-mouth rout dare put home this disgrace And this would be reproches to my fame For euen my selfe iust anger would enflame If any other virgin I should see Her parents liuing keepe the companie Of any man to any end of loue Till open Nuptials should her act approue And therefore heare me guest and take such way That you your selfe may compasse in your stay Your quicke deduction by my Fathers grace And meanes to reach the roote of all your race We shall not farre out of our way to Towne A neuer-felld Groue find that Poplars crowne To Pallas sacred where a fountaine flowes And round about the Groue a Medow
growes In which my Father holds a Mannor house Deckt all with Orchards greene and odorous As farre from Towne as one may heare a shout There stay and rest your foote paines till full out We reach the Citie Where when you may guesse We are arriu'd and enter our accesse Within my Fathers Court then put you on For our Phâ—â—cian State where to be showne My Fathers house desire Each infant there Can bring you to it and your selfe will cleare Distinguish it from others for no showes The Citie buildings make compar'd with those That King Alcinous seate doth celebrate In whose roofes and the Court where men of state And suiters sit and stay when you shall hide Strait passe it entring further where abide My Mother with her withdrawne houswiferies Who still sits in the fire â—shine and applies Her Rocke all purple and of pompous show Her Chaire plac't gainst a Pillar all arow Her maids behind her set and â—o her here My Fathers dining Throne lookes Seated where He powres his choice of wine in like a God This view once past for th' end of your abode Addresse suite to my Mother that her meane May make the day of your redition scene And you may frolicke strait though farre away You are in distance from your wished stay For if she once be won to wish you well Your Hope may instantly your Pasport seale And thenceforth sure abide to see your friends Faire house and all to which your heart contends This said she vsde her shining scourge and lasht Her Mules that soone the shore left where she washt And knowing well the way their pace was fleet And thicke they gatherd vp their nimble feet Which yet she temperd so and vsde her scourge With so much skill as not to ouer-vâ—ge The foote behind and make them straggle so From close societie Firme together go Vlysses and her maids And now the Sunne Sunke to the waters when they all had wonne The neuer-feld and sound-exciting wood Sacred to Pallas where the God-like good Vlysses rested and to Pallas praid Heare me of Goate-kept Ioue th'vnconquerd Maid Now throughly heare me since in all the time Of all my wracke my pray'rs could neuer clime Thy far-off eares when noisefull Neptune tost Vpon his watry brissels my imbost And rockâ— torne body heare yet now and daine I may of the Phaeacian State obtaine Pitie and grace Thus praid he and she heard By no meanes yet exposde to sight appear'd For feare t' offend her Vnkle the supreme Of all the Sea-Gods whose wrath still extreme Stood to Vlysses and would neuer cease Till with his Country shore he crownd his peace Finis libri sexti Hom. Odyss THE SEVENTH BOOK OF HOMERS ODYSSES. THE ARGVMENT NAusicaa arriues at Towne And then Vlysses He makes knowne His suite to Arete who view Takes of his vesture which she knew And asks him from whose hands it came He tels with all the haplesse frame Of his affaires in all the while Since he forsooke Calypsos Ile Another 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The honord minds And welcome things Vlysses finds In Scherias Kings THus praid the wise and God-obseruing Man The Maid by free force of her Palfreys wan Accesse to Towne and the renowmed Court Reacht of her Father where within the Port She staid her Coach and round about her came Her Brothers made as of immortall frame Who yet disdaind not for her loue meane deeds But tooke from Coach her Mules brought in her weeds And she ascends her chamber where puruaid A quicke fire was by her old chamber-maid Eurymedusa th' Aperâ—â—n borne And brought by sea from Apera t' adorne The Court of great Alcinous because He gaue to all the blest Phaeacians lawes And like a heauen-borne Powre in speech acquir'd The peoples eares To one then so admir'd Eurymedusa was esteemd no worse Then worth the gift yet now growne old was Nurse To Ivory-armd Nausicaa gaue heate To all her fires and drest her priuie meate Then rose Vlysses and made way to Towne Which ere he reacht a mightie mist was throwne By Pallas round about him in her Care Lest in the sway of enuies popular Some proud Phaeacian might foule language passe Iustle him vp and aske him what he was Entring the louely Towne yet through the cloud Pallas appeard and like a yong wench showd Beaâ—â—ng a pitcher Stood beâ—ore him so As if obiected purposely to know What there he needed whom he questiond thus Know you not daughter where Alcinoâ—s That rules this Towne dwels I a poore distrest Meere stranger here know none I may request To make this Court knowne to me She wordreplied Strange Father I will see you satisfied In that request my Father dwels iust by The house you seeke for but go silently Nor aske nor speake to any other I Shall be enough to shew your way the men That here inhabite do not entertain With ready kindnesse strangers of what worth Or state soeuer nor haue taken forth Lessons of ciuill vsage or respect To men beyond them They vpon their powres Of swift ships building top the watry towres And Ioueâ—ath â—ath giuen them ships for saile so wrought They cut a fether and command a thought This said she vsherd him and after he Trod in the swift steps of the Deitie The free-saild sea-men could not get a sight Of our Vlysses yet though he foreright Both by their houses and their persons past Pallas about him such a darknesse cast By her diuine powre and her reuerend care She would not giue the Towne-borne cause to stare He wonderd as he past to see the Ports The shipping in them and for all resorts The goodly market steds and Iles beside For the Heroes walls so large and wide Rampires so high and of such strength withall It would with wonder any eye appall At last they reacht the Court and Pallas said Now honourd stranger I will see obaid Your will to shew our Rulers house t is here Where you shall find Kings celebrating cheare Enter amongst them nor admit a feare More bold a man is he preuailes the more Though man nor place he euer saw before You first shall find the Queene in Court whose name Is Arete of parents borne the same That was the King her Spouse their Pedigree I can report the great Earth-shaker he Of Periboea that her sex out-shone And yongest daughter was t' Eurymedon Who of th'vnmeasur'd-minded Giants swaid Th' Imperiall Scepter and the pride allaid Of men so impious with cold death and died Himselfe soone after got the magnified In mind Nausithous who the kingdomes state First held in supreame rule Nausithous gat Rhexenor and Aicinous now King Rhexenor whose seed did no male fruite spring And whom the siluer-bow-glac't Phoebus slue Yong in the Court his shed blood did renew In onely Arete who now is Spouse To him that rules the kingdome in this house And is her Vnkle King
the spirit To heare a Poet that in accent brings The Gods brests downe and breathes them as he 〈◊〉 Is sweet and sacred nor can I conceiue In any common weale what more doth giue Note of the iust and blessed Empery Then to see Comfort vniuersally Cheare vp the people When in euery roofe She giues obseruers a most humane proofe Of mens contents To see a neighbours Feast Adorne it through and thereat heare the breast Of the diuine Muse men in order set A wine-page waiting Tables crownd with meate Set close to guests that are to vse it skilld The Cup-boords furnisht and the cups still filld This shewes to my mind most humanely faire Nor should you for me still the heauenly aire That stirrd my soule so for I loue such teares As fall from fit notes beaten through mine eares With repetitions of what heauen hath done And breake from heartie apprehension Of God and goodnesse though they shew my ill And therefore doth my mind excite me still To tell my bleeding mone but much more now To serue your pleasure that to ouer-flow My teares with such cause may by sighs be driuen Though ne're so much plagu'd I may seeme by heauen And now my name which way shall leade to all My miseries after that their sounds may fall Through your eares also and shew hauing fled So much affliction first who rests his head In your embraces when so farre from home I knew not where t' obtaine it resting roome I am Vlysses Laertiades The feare of all the world for policies For which my facts as high as heauen resound I dwell in Ithaca Earths most renownd All ouer-shadow'd with the Shake-leafe hill Tree-fam'd Neritus whose neare confines fill Ilands a number well inhabited That vnder my obseruance taste their bread Dulichius Samos and the-full-of food Zacynthus likewise grac't with store of wood But Ithaca though in the seas it lie Yet lies she so aloft she casts her eye Quite ouer all the neighbour Continent Farre Norward situate and being lent But litle fauour of the Morne and Sunne With barren rocks and cliffes is ouer-runne And yet of hardie youths a Nurse of Name 〈◊〉 could I see a Soile where ere I came More sweete and wishfull Yet from hence was I Withheld with horror by the Deitie Diuine Calypso in her cauie house Enflam'd to make me her sole Lord and Spouse Circe Aeaea too that knowing Dame Whose veines the like affections did inflame Detaind me likewise But to neithers loue Could I be tempted which doth well approue Nothing so sweete is as our countries earth And ioy of those from whom we claime our birth Though roofes farre richer we farre off possesse Yet from our natiue all our more is lesse To which as I contended I will tell The much-distrest-conferring-facts that fell By Ioâ—es diuine preuention since I set From ruin'd Troy my first foote in retreat From Ilion ill winds cast me on the Coast The Cicons hold where I emploid mine hoast For Ismarus a Citie built iust by My place of landing of which Victory Made me expugner I depeopl'd it Slue all the men and did their wiues remit With much spoile taken which we did diuide That none might need his part I then applide All spâ—ed for flight but my command therein Fooles that they were could no obseruance win Of many souldiers who with spoile fed hie Would yet fill higher and excessiuely Fell to their wine gaue slaughter on the shore Clouen-footed beeues and sheepe in mightie store In meane space Cicons did to Cicons crie When of their nearest dwellers instantly Many and better souldiers made strong head That held the Continent and managed Their horse with high skill on which they would fight When fittest cause seru'd and againe alight With soone seene vantage and on foote contend Their concourse swift was and had neuer end As thicke and sodaine t was as flowres and leaues Darke Spring discouers when she Light receaues And then began the bitter Fate of Ioue To alter vs vnhappie which euen stroue To giue vs suffrance At our Fleet we made Enforced stand and there did they inuade Our thrust-vp Forces darts encountred darts With blowes on both sides either making parts Good vpon either while the Morning shone And sacred Day her bright increase held on Though much out-matcht in number But as soone As Phoebus Westward fell the Cicons wonne Much hand of vs sixe proued souldiers fell Of euery ship the rest they did compell To seeke of Flight escape from Death and Fate Thence sad in heart we saild and yet our State Was something chear'd that being ouer-matcht so much In violent number our retreate was such As sau'd so many Our deare losse the lesse That they suruiu'd so like for like successe Yet left we not the Coast before we calld Home to our country earth the soules exhald Of all the friends the Cicons ouercame Thrice calld we on them by their seuerall name And then tooke leaue Then from the angry North Cloud-gathering Ioue a dreadfull storme calld forth Against our Nauie couerd shore and all With gloomie vapors Night did headlong fall From frowning Heauen And then hurld here and there Was all our Nauie the rude winds did teare In three in foure parts all their sailes and downe Driuen vnder hatches were we prest to drowne Vp rusht we yet againe and with tough hand Two daies two nights entoild we gat nere land Labours and sorrowes eating vp our minds The third cleare day yet to more friendly winds We masts aduanc't we white sails spred and sate Forewinds and guides againe did iterate Our ease and home-hopes which we cleare had reacht Had not by chance a sodaine North-wind fetcht With an extreame sea quite about againe Our whole endeuours and our course constraine To giddie round and with our bowd sailes greete Dreadfull Maleia calling backe our fleetâ— As farre forth as Cythaera Nine dayes more Aduerse winds tost me and the tenth the shore Where dwell the blossome-fed Lotophagie I fetcht fresh water tooke in instantly Fell to our food aship-boord and then sent Two of my choice men to the Continent Adding a third a Herald to discouer What sort of people were the Rulers ouer The land next to vs. Where the first they met Were the Lotophagie that made them eate Their Country diet and no ill intent Hid in their hearts to them and yet th' euent To ill conuerted it for hauing eate Their daintie viands they did quite forget As all men else that did but taste their feast Both country-men and country nor addrest Any returne t' informe what sort of men Made fixt abode there but would needs maintaine Abode themselues there and eate that food euer I made out after and was faine to seuer Th' enchanted knot by forcing their retreate That striu'd and wept and would not leaue their meate For heauen it selfe But dragging them to fleete I wrapt in sure
I then made choice of two and added more A Herald for associate to explore What sort of men liu'd there They went and saw A beaten way through which carts vsde to draw Wood from the high hils to the Towne and met A maid without the Port about to get Some neare spring-water She the daughter was Of mightie Laestrigonian Antiphas And to the cleare spring cald Artacia went To which the whole Towne for their water sent To her they came and askt who gouernd there And what the people whom he orderd were She answerd not but led them through the Port As making haste to shew her fathers Court Where enterd they beheld to their affright A woman like a mountaine top in height Who rusht abroad and from the Counsaile place Cald home her horrid husband Antiphas Who deadly minded straight he snatcht vp one And fell to supper Both the rest were gone And to the fleete came Antiphas a crie Draue through the Citie which heard instantly This way and that innumerable sorts Not men but Gyants issued through the Ports And mightie flints from rocks tore which they threw Amongst our ships through which an ill noise flew Of shiuerd ships and life-expiring men That were like fishes by the monsters slaine And borne to sad feast While they slaughterd these That were engag'd in all th' aduantages The close-mouth'd and most dead-calme hauen could giue I that without lay made some meanes to liue My sword drew cut my gables and to oares Set all my men and from the plagues those shores Let flie amongst vs we made haste to flie My men close working as men loth to die My ship flew freely off but theirs that lay On heapes in harbors could enforce no way Through these sterne fates that had engag'd them there Forth our sad remnant saild yet still retaind The ioyes of men that our poore few remaind Then to the I le Aeaeâ— we attaind Where faire-haird dreadfull eloquent Circe raignd Aeaetas sister both by Dame and Sire Both daughters to heauens man-enlightning fire And Perse whom Oceanus begat The ship-fit Port here soone we landed at Some God directing vs. Two daies two nights We lay here pining in the fatall spights Of toile and sorrow But the next third day When faire Aurora had informd quicke way I made out of my ship my sword and lance Tooke for my surer guide and made aduance Vp to a prospect I assay to see The works of men or heare mortalitie Expire a voice When I had climb'd a height Rough and right hardly accessible I might Behold from Circes house that in a groue Set thicke with trees stood a bright vapor moue I then grew curious in my thought to trie Some fit enquirie when so spritely flie I saw the yeallow smoke But my discourse A first retiring to my ship gaue force To giue my men their dinner and to send Before th' aduenture of my selfe some friend Being neare my ship of one so desolate Some God had pittie and would recreate My woes a little putting vp to me A great and high-palmd Hart that fatallie Iust in my way it selfe to taste a flood Was then descending the Sunne heate had sure Importun'd him besides the temperature His naturall heate gaue Howsoeuer I Made vp to him and let my Iauelin flie That strooke him through the mid-part of his chine And made him braying in the dust confine His flying forces Forth his spirit flew When I stept in and from the deaths wound drew My shrewdly-bitten lance there let him lie Till I of cut-vp Osiers did imply A With a fathome long with which his feete I made together in a sure league meete Stoop't vnder him and to my necke I heau'd The mightie burthen of which I receau'd A good part on my lance for else I could By no meanes with one hand alone vphould Ioynd with one shoulder such a deathfull lode And so to both my shoulders both hands stood Needfull assistents for it was a Deare Goodly-wel-growne when coming something neare Where rode my ships I cast it downe and rer'd My friends with kind words whom by name I cheer'd In note particular and said See friends We will not yet to Plutos house our ends Shall not be hastend though we be declind In cause of comfort till the day design'd By Fates fixt finger Come as long as food Or wine lasts in our ship le ts spirit our blood And quit our care and hunger both in one This said they frolikt came and lookt vpon With admiration the huge bodied beast And when their first-seru'd eyes had done their feast They washt and made a to-be-striu'd-for meale In point of honour On which all did dwell The whole day long And to our venzons store We added wine till we could wish no more Sunne set and darknesse vp we slept till light Put darknesse downe and then did I excite My friends to * counsaile vttering this Now friends Affoord vnpassionate eare though ill Fate lends So good cause to your passion no man knowes The reason whence and how the darknesse growes The reason how the Morne is thus begunne The reason how the Man-enlightning Sunne Diues vnder earth the reason how againe He reres his golden head Those counsailes then That passe our comprehension we must leaue To him that knowes their causes and receaue Direction from him in our acts as farre As he shall please to make them regular And stoope them to our reason In our state What then behoues vs Can we estimate With all our counsailes where we are or know Without instruction past our owne skils how Put off from hence to stere our course the more I thinke we can not We must then explore These parts for information in which way We thus farre are last Morne I might display From off a high-raisd cliffe an Iland lie Girt with th'vnmeasur'd Sea and is so nie That in the midst I saw the smoke arise Through tufts of trees This rests then to aduise Who shall explore this This strooke dead their hearts Remembring the most execrable parts That Laestrigonian Antiphas had plaid And that foule Cyclop that their fellowes braid Betwixt his iawes which mou'd them so they cried But idle teares had neuer wants supplied I in two parts diuided all and gaue To either part his Captaine I must haue The charge of one and one of God-like looke Eurylochus the other Lots we shooke Put in a caske together which of vs Should leade th' attempt and t was Eurylochus He freely went with two and twenty more All which tooke leaue with teares and our eyes wore The same wet badge of weake humanity These in a dale did Circes house descrie Of bright stone built in a conspicuous way Before her gates hill-wolues and Lyons lay Which with her virtuous drugs so tame she made That Wolfe nor Lyon would one man inuade With any violence but all arose Their huge long tailes wagd and
in fawnes would close As louing dogs when masters bring them home Relicks of feast in all obseruance come And sooth their entries with their fawnes and bounds All guests still bringing some scraps for their hounds So on these men the Wolues and Lyons rampt Their horrid paws set vp Their spirits were dampt To see such monstrous kindnesse staid at gate And heard within the Goddesse eleuate A voice diuine as at her web she wrought Subtle and glorious and past earthly thought As all the houswiferies of Deities are To heare a voice so rauishingly rare Polites one exceeding deare to me A Prince of men and of no meane degree In knowing vertue in all Acts 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 whose mind Discreete cares all wayes vsde to turne and wind Was yet surprisd with it and said O friends Some one abides within here that commends The place to vs and breathes a voice diuine As she some web wrought or her spindles twine She cherisht with her song the pauement rings With imitation of the tunes she sings Some woman or some Goddesse t is Assay To see with knocking Thus said he and they Both knockt and calld and straight her shining gates She opened issuing bade them in to cates Led and vnwise they follow'd all but one Which was Eurylochus who stood alone Without the gates suspicious of a sleight They enterd she made sit and her deceit She cloakt with Thrones and goodly chaires of State Set hearby honey and the delicate Wine brought from Smyrna to them meale and cheese But harmefull venoms she commixt with these That made their Countrey vanish from their thought Which eate she toucht them with a rod that wrought Their transformation farre past humane wunts Swines snowts swines bodies tooke they bristles grunts But still retaind the â—oules they had before Which made them mourne their bodies change the more She shut them straight in sties and gaue them meate Oke-mast and beech and Cornell fruite they eate Groueling like swine on earth in fowlest sort Eurylochus straight hasted the report Of this his fellowes most remorcefull fate Came to the ships but so excruciate Was with his woe he could not speake a word His eyes stood full of teares which shew'd how stor'd His mind with mone remaind We all admir'd Askt what had chanc't him earnestly desir'd He would resolue vs. At the last our eyes Enflam'd in him his fellowes memories And out his griefe burst thus You willd we went Through those thicke woods you saw when a descent Shew'd vs a faire house in a lightsome ground Where at some worke we heard a heauenly sound Breath'd from a Goddesse or a womans brest They knockt she op't her bright gates each her guest Her faire inuitement made nor would they stay Fooles that they were when she once led the way I enterd not suspecting some deceit When all together vanisht nor the sight Of any one though long I lookt mine eye Could any way discouer Instantly My sword and bow reacht I bad shew the place When downe he fell did both my knees embrace And praid with teares thus O thou kept of God Do not thy selâ—e lose nor to that aboad Leade others rashly both thâ— selfe and all Thou ventur'st thither I know well must fall In one sure ruine with these few then flie We yet may shunne the others destinie I answerd him Eurylochâ—s stay thou And keepe the ship then eate and drinke I now Will vndertake th' aduenture there is cause In great Necessities vnalterd lawes This said I left both ship and seas and on Along the sacred vallies all alone Went in discouery till at last I came Where of the maineâ— medcine-making Dâ—me I saw the great house where encounterd me The golden-rod-sustaining Mercâ—rie Euen entring Circes doores He met me in A young mans likenesse of the first-flowr'd chin Whose forme hath all the grace of one so yong He first cald to me then my hand he wrung And said Thouno-place-finding-for repose Whither alone by these hill-confines goes Thy erring foote Th' art entring Circes house Where by her medcines blacke and sorcerous Thy souldiers all are shut in well-armd sties And turnd to swine Art thou arriu'd with prise Fit for their ransomes Thou com'st out no more If once thou enterst Like thy men before Made to remaine here But I le guard â—hee free And saue thee in her spite receiue of me This faire and good receipt with which once arm'd Enter her roofes for th' art to all proofe charm'd Against the ill day I will tell thee all Her banefull counsaile With a festiuall Shee le first receiue thee but will spice thy bread With flowrie poysons yet vnaltered Shall thy firme forme be for this remedy Stands most approu'd gainst all her Sorcery Which thus particularly shunne When she Shall with her long rod strike thee instantly Draw from thy thigh thy sword and flie on her As to her slaughter She surprisde with feare And loue at first will bid thee to her bed Nor say the Goddesse nay that welcomed Thou maist with all respect be and procure Thy fellowes freedomes But before make sure Her fauours to thee and the great oath take With which the blessed Gods assurance make Of all they promise that no preiudice By stripping thee of forme and faculties She may so much as once attempt on thee This said he gaue his Antidote to me Which from the earth he pluckt and told me all The vertue of it With what Deities call The name it beares And Moly they impose For name to it The roote is hard to loose From hold of earth by mortals but Gods powre Can all things do T is blacke but beares a fâ—owre As white as milke And thus flew Mercurie Vp to immense Olympus gliding by The sylâ—an Iland I made backe my way To Circes house my mind of my assay Much thought reuoluing At her gates I staid And cald she heard and her bright doores displaid Inuited led I followed in but tract With some distraction In a Throne she plac't My welcome person Of a curious frame T was and so bright I sate as in a flame A foote-stoole added In a golden boule She then subornd a potion in her soule Deformd things thinking for amidst the wine She mixt her man-transforming medicine Which when she saw I had deuourd she then No more obseru'd me with her soothing vaine But strooke me with her rod and To her Sty Bad out away and with thy fellowes lie I drew my sword and charg'd her as I ment To take her life When out she cri'd and bent Beneath my sword her knees embracing 〈◊〉 And full of teares said Who of what high line Art thou the issue whence what shores sustaine Thy natiue Citie I amaz'd remaine That drinking these my venomes th' art not turnd Neuer drunke any this cup but he mournd In other likenesse if it once had past The iuorie bounders of his tongue
and to his wine descended Before he seru'd his owne thirst he commended The first vse of it in fit sacrifice As of his meate to all the Deities And to the City-racers hand applide The second cup whose place was next his side Mesaulâ—us did distribute the meate To which charge was Eumaeus solely set In absence of Vlysses by the Queene And old Laertes and this man had beene Bought by Eumaeus with his faculties Employ'd then in the Taphian Merchandise But now to food apposde and order'd thus All fell Desire suffic'd Mesaulius Did take away For bed then next they were All throughly satisfied with compleat cheare The night then came ill and no Taper shind Ioue rain'd her whole date Th'euer waâ—ry wind Zephyre blew lowd and Laertiades Approuing kinde Eumâ—â—us carefulnes For his whole good made farre about assay To get some cast-off Cassocke least he lay That rough night cold of him or any one Of those his seruants when he thus begun Heare me Eâ—mâ—us and my other friends I le vse a speech that to my glory tends Since I haue drunke wine past my vsuall guise Strong Wine commands the Foole and moâ—es the wise Moues and impels him too to sing and dance And breake in pleasant laughters and perchance Preferre a speech too that were better in But when my spirits once to speake begin I shall not then dissemble Would to heauen I were as yong and had my forces driuen As close together as when once our powres VVe led to ambush vnder th' Ilioâ— Towres VVhere Ithacus and Meâ—elâ—â—â— were The two Commanders when it pleas'd them there To take my selfe for third when to the Towne And lofty wals we led we couch't close downe All arm'd amids the Osiers and the Reeds Which oftentimes th'ore-flowing Riuer feeds The cold night came and th'lâ—y Northerne gale Blew bleake vpon vs after which did fall A snow so cold it cut as in it beaâ—e A frozen water which was all concrete About our Shields like Cristall All made â—aine Aboue our armes to cloathe and cloathe againe And so we made good shift our shields beside Clapt close vpon our cloathes to rest and hide From all discouery But I poore foole Left my weeds with my men because so coole I thought it could not proue which thoght my pride A little strengthen'd being loth to hide A goodly glittering garment I had on And so I follow'd with my shield alone And that braue weed But when the night nere ended Her course on earth and that the starres descended Iâ—iog'd Vlysses who lay passing neare And spake to him that had a nimble eare Assuring him that long I could not lye Amongst the liuing for the feruencie Of that sharpe night would kill me since as then My euill Angell made me with my men Leaue all weeds but a fine one But I know 'T is vaine to talke here wants all remedy now This said he bore that vnderstanding part In his prompt spirit that still show'd his Art In Fight and counsell saying in a word And that low whisper'd Peace least you afford Some Greeke note of your softnes No word morâ— But made as if his sterne austerity bore My plight no pitty Yet as still he lay His head reposiâ—g on his hand gaue way To this inuention Heare me friends a Dreame That was of some celestiall light a beame Stood in my sleepe before me prompting me VVith this fit notice we are farre saide he From out our Fleet. Let one go then and try If Agamemnon wil affoord supply To what we now are strong This stirr'd a speed In Thoas to th' affaire Whose purple weede He left for hast Which then I tooke and lay In quiet after til the dawne of day This shift Vlysses made for one in neede And would to heauen that youth such spirit did feed Now in my Nerues and that my ioynts were knit VVith such a strength as made me then held fit To leade men with Vlysses I should then Seeme worth a weed that fit 's a herdsmans men For two respects to gaine a thankfull frend And to a good mans neede a good extend O Father said Eumaeus thou hast showne Good cause for vs to giue thee good 〈◊〉 Not vsing any word that was not freed From all least ill Thou therefore shalt not need Or coate or other thing that aptly may Beseeme a wretched suppliant for 〈◊〉 Of this nights neede But when her golden â—hrone The Morne ascends you must resumâ— your 〈◊〉 For heere you must not dreame of many 〈◊〉 Or any change at all VVe serue our needs As you do yours One backe one coate But when Vlysses loued sonne returnes he then Shal giue you coat and cassocke and bestow Your person where your heart and soule is now This said he rose made neere the fire his bed VVhich all with Goats and Sheep-skins he bespred All which Vlysses with himselfe dâ—d line VVith whom besides he chang'd a gabberdine Thicke lin'd and soft which stil he made his shift VVhen he would dresse him gainst the horrid drift Of Tempest when deepe winters season blowes Nor pleasde it him to lye there with his Sowes But while Vlysses slept there and close by The other yonkers he abroad wouldâ—ly And therefore arm'd him VVhich set cheerefull fare Before Vlysses heart to see such care Of his goods taken how farre off soeuer His fate his person and his wealth should seuer First then a sharpe edg'd sword he girt about His well-spred shoulders and to shelter out The sharpe VVest wind that blew he put him on A thick-lin'd Iacket and yet cast vpon All that the large hide of a Goat well fed A Lance then tooke he with a keene steele head To be his keepe-off both 'gainst Men and Dogges And thus went he to rest with his male Hogges That still abroad lay vnderneath a Rocke Shield to the North-winds euer eager shocke The End of the Fourteenth Booke of Homers Odysses THE FIFTEENTH BOOKE OF HOMERS ODYSSES. THE ARGVMENT MInerua to his Natiue seate Exhorts Vlysses sonnes retreate In â—ed and waking He receiues Gifts of Atrides and so leaues The Spartan Court. And going abâ—ord Doth fauourable way affoâ—rd To Theoclymenus that was The Argiue Aâ—gure and sought passe Fled for a slaughter he had done Eumaeus tels Laertes son How he became his Fathers Man Being sold by the Phoenician For some agreed on Faculties From forth the Syrian Isle made prise Telemachus arriu'd at home Doth to Eumaeus Cottage come Another 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 From Sparta's strand makes safe acâ—esse To his ownâ— Land Vlyssides IN Lacedâ—mon large and apt for dances Athenian Pallas her accesse aduances Vp to the great in soule Vlysses seed Suggesting his returne now fit for deed She found both him and Nestors noble son In bed in front of that faire Mansâ—on Nestorides surpriz'd with pleasing sleepe But on the watch Vlysses sonne did keepe Sleepe could not enter cares did so excite His soule
arriu'd at this sweet Hauen our Bed Be your care vsde to see administâ—ed My house-possessions left Those Sheepe that were Consum'd in surfets by your wooers heere I le forrage to supply with some and more The suffering Grecians shall be made restore Euen till our stalles receiue their wonted fill And now to comfort my good Fathers ill Long suffer'd for me To the many-tree'd And ample Vineyard grounds it is decreed In my next care that I must haste and see His long'd-for presence In the meane time be Your wisedome vsde that since the Sun ascended The fame will soone be through the Town extended Of those I heere haue slaine your selfe got close Vp to your chamber see you there tepose Cheer'd with your women and nor looke afford Without your Court nor anie man a word This said he arm'd To arms both Son and Swain His powre commanding who did entertaine His charge with spirit Op't the gates and out He leading all And now was hurl'd about Auroraes ruddie fire through all whose light Minerua led them through the Towne from sight The End of the XXIII Booke of Homers Odysses THE XXIIII BOOKE OF HOMERS ODYSSES. THE ARGVMENT BY Mercury the Woâ—ers soules Are vsher'd to th'Inferâ—all Pooles Vlysses with Laertesâ—et â—et The people are in vprore set Against them for the wooers ends Whom Pallas stayes and renders Frends Another 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The vprores fire the Peoples fall The Grandfire Sire and Son to all CYllenian Hermes with his golden rod The wooers soules that yet retain'd abod Amids their bodies call'd in dreadfull rout Forth to th'Infernals who came murmuring out And as amids the desolate retreate Of some vaste Cauerne made the sacred seate Of austere spirits Bats with Brests and wings Claspe fast the wals and each to other clings But swept off from their couerts vp they rise And flye with murmures in amazefull guise About the cauerne So these grumbling rose And flockt together Downe before them goes None-hurting Mercury to hels broad waies And straight to those streights where the Ocean staies His lofty current in calme deepes they flew Then to the snowy rocke they next withdrew And to the close of Phoebus orient gates The Nation then of Dreames and then the states Of those soules Idols that the weary dead Gaue vp in earth which in a flowry Mead Had habitable situation And there they saw the soule of Thetis son Of good Patroclus braue Antilochus And Aiax the supremely strenuoâ—s Of all the Greeke hoast next Plebeian All which assembled about Mâ—ias son And to them after came the mournfull Ghost Of Agamemnâ—n with all those he lost In false Aegysthus Court Aâ—hilles then Beholding there that mighty King of men Deplor'd his plight â—nd said O Atreus Son Of all Heroes all Opinion Gaue thee for Ioues most lou'd since most command Of all the Greekes he gaue thy eminent hand At siedge of Ilion where we suffer'd so And is the issue this That first in wo Sterne Fate did therefore set thy sequell downe None borne past others Fates can passe his owne I wish to heauen that in the heighth of all Our pompe at Ilion Fate had sign'd thy fall That all the Greekes might haue aduanc't to thee A famous Sepulcher and Fame might see Thy Son giuen honor in thy honour'd end But now a wretched death did Fate extend To thy confusion and thy Issues shame O Thetis Son said he the vitall flame Extinct at Ilion far from th' Argiue fields The stile of blessed to thy vertue yields About thy fall the best of Greece and Troy VVere sacrific'd to slaughter Thy iust ioy Conceiu'd in battell with some worth forgot In such a death as great Apollo shot At thy encounters Thy braue person lay Hid in a dusty whirlewinde that made way VVith humane breaths spent in thy ruines state Thou great wert greatly valew'd in thy Fate All day we fought about thee nor at all Had ceast our conflict had not Ioue let fall A storme that forc't off our vnwilling feete But hauing brought thee from the fight to fleete Thy glorious person bath'd and balm'd we laide Aloft a bed and round about thee paide The Greekes warme teares to thy deplor'd decease Quite danted cutting all their curles increase Thy death draâ—e a diuine voice through the Seas That started vp thy Mother from the waues And all the Marine Godheads left their caues Consorting to our fleet her rapt repaire The Greekes stood frighted to see Sea and Aire And Earth combine so in thy losses sence Had taken ship and fled for euer thence If old-much-knowing Nestor had not staide Their rushing off His counsailes hauing swaide In all times former with such cause their courses Who bad containe themselues and trust their forces For all they saw was Thetis come from Sea VVith others of the watry progenie To see and mourne for her deceased Son VVhich staid the feares that all to flight had won And round about thee stood th' old Sea-gods seedes VVretchedly mourning their immortall weeds Spreading vpon thee all the sacred Nine Of deathlesse Muses paid â—hee dues diuine By varied turnes their heauenly voyces venting All in deepe passion for thy death consenting And then of all our Army not an eye You could haue seene vndrown'd in misery The mouing Muse so rul'd in every minde Full seuenteene dayes and nights our teares confin'd To celebration of thy mourned end Both men and Gods did in thy moane conâ—â—nd The eighteenth day we spent about thy heape Of dying fire Blacke Oxen fattest Sheepe VVe slew past number Then the precious spoile Thy Corse wee tooke vp which with stoods of oile And pleasant Hony we emblam'd and then VVrapt thee in those Robes that the Gods did raine In which we gaue thee to the hallowed flame To which a number of heroicall name All arm'd came rushing in in desperate plight As prest to sacrifice their vitall right To thy dead ruines while so bright they burn'd Both foote horse brake in and fought mourn'd In infinite tumult But when all the night The rich flame lasted and that wasted quite Thy body was with the enamor'd fire VVe came in early Morne and an entire Collection made of euery Iuorie bone VVhich washt in wine and 〈…〉 A two-ear'd Bolle of Gold 〈◊〉 Mother gaâ—e By Bacchus giuen her and did forme receaue From Vulcans famous hand which O renown'd Great Thetis Son with thy faire bones we crown'd Mixt with the Bones of 〈◊〉 And braue Antilochus 〈◊〉 in decease Of thy Patroclus was thy fauours Deere About thee then a matchlesse Sepulchâ—re The sacred hoast of the Achaiâ—â—◠〈◊〉 Vpon the Hellespont where most it seisd For height and conspicuity the eies Of liuing men and their posterities Thy Mother then obtain'd the Gods consent To institute an honor'd game that spent The best approuement of our Grecian Fames In whose praise I must say that many games About Heroes Sepulchers mine eyes Haue seene perform'd But
heauen Poore Irus pull'd vpon him bitter blowes Through his thin Garment what a Thigh he showes They said But Irus felt His Cow-herd minde VVas mou'd at roote But now he needs must finde Facts to his brags and forth at all parts â—it The seruants brought him all his artires smit VVith feares and tremblings VVhich Antinous saw And saide Nay now too late comes feare No Law Thou shouldst at first haue giuen thy braggart vaine Nor should it so haue swell'd if terrors straine Thy spirits to this passe for a man so old And worne with penuries that still lay hold On his ragg'd person Howsoeuer take This vow from me for firme That if he make Thy forces stoope and proue his owne supreame I le put thee in a Ship and downe the streame Send thee ashore where King Echetus raignes The roughest tyrant that the world containes And he will slit thy Nostrils crop each eare Thy shame cut off and giue it dogges to teare This shook his Nerues the more But both were now Brought to the Lists and vp did either throw His heauy fists Vlysses in suspence To strike so home that he should fright from thence His Cow-herd soule his trunke laide prostrate there Or let him take more leisure to his feare And stoope him by degrees The last shew'd best To strike him slightly out of feare the rest Would else discouer him But peace now broke On his right shoulder Irus laide his stroke Vlysses strooke him iust beneath the eare His iaw-bone broke and made the blood appeare VVhen straight he strew'd the dust and made his crie Stand for himselfe with whom his teeth did lie Spit with his blood out and against the ground His heeles lay sprawling Vp the hands went round Of all the wooers all at point to dye VVith violent laughters Then the King did ply The Beggers feete and dragg'd him forth the Hall Along the Entry to the gates and wall Where leauing him he put into his hand A Staffe and bad him there vse his command On Swine and Dogs and not presume to be Lord of the guests or of the Beggery Since he of all men was the scum and curse And so bad please with that or fare yet wurse Then cast he on his scrip all patcht and rent Hung by a rotten cord and backe he went To greete the Entries threshold with his seat The wooers throng'd to him and did entreat VVith gentle words his conquest laughing still Pray'd Ioue and all the Gods to giue his will VVhat most it wisht him and would ioy him most Since he so happily had cleer'd their cost Of that vnsauoury morsell whom they vow'd To see with all their vtmost haste bestow'd Aboord a ship and for Epirus sent To King Echetus on whose Throne was spent The worst mans seat that breath'd And thus was grac't Diuine Vlysses who with ioy embrac't Euen that poore conquest Then was set to him The goodly Goats breast promist that did swim In fat and greauy by Antinous And from a Basket by Amphinomus VVas two Breads giuen him who besides renown'd His banquet with a golden Goblet cround And this high salutation Frolicke Guest And be those riches that you first possest Restor'd againe with full as many ioyes As in your poore state I see now annoyes Amphinomus saide he you seeme to me Exceeding wise as being the progeny Of such a Father as autentique Fame Hath told me was so One of honour'd name And great reuennues in Dulychius His faire name Nisus He is blazon'd thus And you to be his Sonne his wisedome â—eyring As well as wealth his state in nought empairing To proue which all waies let me tell you this As warning you to shun the miseries That follow full states if they be not held With wisedome still at full and so compeld To courses that abode not in their browes By too much swindge their sodaine ouerthrowes Of all things breathing or that creepe on earth Nought is more wretched then a humanâ— Birth Bless'd men thinke neuer they can cursed be While any power lasts to moue a knee But when the blest Gods make them feele that smart That fled their Faith so as they had no â—art They beare their sufferings and what wel they might Haue cleerly shun'd they then meet in despight The Minde of Man flyes stil out â—f his way Vnlesse God guide and prompt it euery day I thought me once a blessed man with men And fashion'd me to all so counted then Did all iniustice like them what for Lust Or any pleasure neuer so vniust I could by powre or violence obtaine And gaue them both in all their powres the raigne Bold of my Fathers and my Brothers still VVhile which held good my Arts seem'd neuer ill And thus is none held simply good or bad But as his will is either mist or had Al goods Gods gifts man cals how ere he gets them And so takes all what price so ere God sets them Saies nought how ill they come nor will controule That Rauine in him though it cost his soule And these parts here I see these wooers play Take all that fals and all dishonors lay On that mans Queen that tell your frends doth bear No long times absence but is passing neare Let God then guide thee home lest he may meeâ—â— In his returne thy vndeparted feete For when he enters and sees men so rude The quarrell cannot but in blood conclude This said he sacrific'd then drunke then Referr'd the giuen Boule to the guide of men VVho walk't away afflicted at his heart Shook head and fear'd that these facts wold conuert To ill in th' end Yet had not grace to flie Minerua staid him being ordain'd to die Vpon the Lance of yong Vlyssiâ—es So downe he sate and then did Pallas please T' incline the Queenes affections to appeare To all the wooers to extend their cheare To th' vtmost lightning that still vshers death And made her put on all the painted sheath That might both set her wooers fancies hye And get her greater honor in the eye Euen of her Son Soueraigne then before VVho laughing yet to shew her humor bore No serious appetite to that light show She told Eurynome that not till now She euer knew her entertaine desire To please her wooers eyes but oft on fire She set their hate in keeping from them still Yet now she pleas'd t' appeare though from no will To do them honor vowing she would tell Her son that of them that should fit him well To make vse of which was not to conuerse Too freely with their pride nor to disperse His thoughts amongst them since they vs'd to giue Good words but through them ill intents did driue Eurynome replied With good aduise You vow his counsaile your open guise Go then aduise your Son nor keepe more close Your cheekes stil drown'd in your eyes ouerflowes But bathe your body with Balmes make cleere Your thickn'd count'nance
Vncomposed cheare And euer mourning will the Marrow weare Nor haue you cause to mourn your Son hath now Put on that vertue which in chiefe your vow VVisht as your blessing at his birth might decke His blood person But forbeare to speake Of Baths or Balmings or of beauty now The Queene replyed lest vrging comforts you Discomfort much because the Gods haue wonne The spoile of my lookes since my Lord was gone But these must serue Cal hither then to me Hippodamia Antonoâ— That those our traine additions may supply Our owne deserts And yet besides Not I VVith all my age haue learn'd the boldnesse yet T' expose my selfe to men vnlesse I get Some other Gracers This said forth she went To call the Ladies and much spirit spent To make their vtmost speed for now their Queene VVould both her selfe shew make them be seene But now Minerua other proiects laid And through Icarius daughters Veines conuaid Sweet sleepes desire In whose soft fumes inuolu'd She was as soone as laid and quite dissolu'd Were all her Lineaments The Goddesse then Bestow'd immortall gifts on her that men Might wonder at her beauties and the beames That glister in the deified supreames She cleer'd her mourning count'nance vp withall Euen such a radiance as doth round empall Crown'd Cytherea when her order'd places Conduct the Beuy of the dancing Graces She added to her owne more plumpe more hie And fairer than the polisht Iuory Rendring her parts and presence This grace done Away the Deity flew and vp did ronne Her louely-wristed Ladies with a noise That blew the soft chaines from her sleeping ioyes When she her faire eyes wip't and gasping saide O me vnblest How deep a sweet sleepe spread His shades about me VVould Diana pleas'd To shoot me with a death no more diseas'd As soone as might be that no more my mone Might waste my blood in weepings neuer done For want of that accomplisht vertue spher'd In my lou'd Lord to all the Greekes prefer'd Then she descended with her Maids and tooke Place in the Portall whence her beamy looke Reacht eu'ry wooers heart Yet cast she on So thin a veyle that through it quite there shone A grace so stolne it pleasd aboue the cleere And sunke the knees of euery wooer there Their minds so melted in loues vehement fires That to her bed she heightn'd all desires The Prince then coming neere she said O Son Thy thoughts iudgements haue not yet put on That constancy in what becomes their good VVhich all expect in thee thy yonger blood Did sparkle choicer spirits But arriu'd At this ful growth wherein their Forme hath thriu'd Beyond the bounds of child-hood and when now Beholders should affirme This man doth grow Like the rare son of his matchles Sire His goodlinesse his beauty and his fire Of soule aspir'd to thou mak'st nothing good Thy Fate nor fortune nor thy height of blood In manage of thy actions What a deed Of foule desert hath thy grosse sufferance freed Beneath thine owne Roofe A poore stranger here Vs'd most vnmanly How will this appeare To all the world when Fame shall trumpet out That thus and thus are our guests beate about Our Court vnrighted T is a blaze will show Extreamly shamefull to your name and you I blame you not O Mother he replide That this cleere wrong sustain'd by me you chide Yet know I both the good and bad of all Being past the yeares in which yong errors fall But all this knowne skill is not so exact To giue when once it knowes things fit their fact I wel may doubt the prease of strangers here Who bent to ill and onely my Nerues nere May do it in despight And yet the iarre Betwixt our guest and Irus was no warre Wrought by the wooers nor our guest sustain'd VVrong in that action but the conquest gain'd And would to Ioue Minerua and the Sun That all your woo'rs might serue Contention For such a purchase as the Begger made And wore such weak heads Some should death inuade Strew'd in the Entry some imbrew the hall Till euery man had vengeance capitall Sattl'd like Irus at the Gates his head Euery way nodding like one forfeited To reeling Bacchus Knees nor feete his owne To beare him where hee 's better lou'd or knowne Their speeches giuen this end Eurymachus Began his Court-ship and exprest it thus Most wise Icarius daughter If all those That did for Colchos ventrous saile dispose For that rich purchase had before but seene Earths richer prize in th' Ithacensian Queene They had not made that voyage but to you Would all their vertues and their Beings vow Should all the world know what a worth you store To morrow then to day and next light more Your Court should banquet since to all Dames you Are far preferr'd both for the grace of show In Stature Beauty Forme in euery kinde Of all parts outward and for faultlesse minde Alas said she my Vertue Body Forme The Gods haue blasted with that onely storme That rauisht Greece to Iâ—ion since my Lord For that warre ship't bore all my goods abord If he return'd should come and gouerne here My life 's whole state the grace of all things there His guide would heighten as the spirit it bore VVhich dead in me liues giuen him long before A sad course I liue now heauens sterne decree VVith many an ill hath numb'd and deaded me He tooke life with him when he tooke my hand In parting from me to the Troian strand These words my witnesse VVoman I conceiue That not all th' Achiues bound for Troy shall leaue Their Natiue earth their safe returned bones Fame saying that Troy traines vp approued sonnes In deeds of Armes Braue putters off of shafts For winging Lances Maisters of their crafts Vnmatched Riders swift of foot and streight Can arbitrate a warre of deadliest weight Hope then can scarse fill all with lifes supply And of all any failing why not I Nor do I know if God hath marshall'd me Amongst the safe-return'd Or his decree Hath left me to the thraldome order'd there Howeuer all cares be thy burthens here My Sire and Mother tend as much as now I further off more neere in cares be you Your Son to mans state grown wed whom you will And you gone his care let his houshold fill Thus made my Lord his will which heauen sees prou'd Almost at all parts for the Sun remou'd Downe to his set ere long wil leade the night Of those abhorred Nuptials that should fright Each worthy woman which her second are VVith any man that breaths her first Lords care Dead because he to flesh and blood is dead VVhich I feare I shal yeeld to and so wed A second husband and my reason is Since Ioue hath taken from me all his blisse Whom God giues ouer they themselues forsake Their greefes their ioyes their God their deuill make And 't is a great
Take not you The comfort of my comming then to heart At this glad instant but in prou'd desert Of your graue iudgement giue moâ—e glad suspence And on the sodaine put this consequence In act as absolute as all time went To ripening of your resolute assent All this haste made noâ— his staide faith so free To trust his words who said If you are he Approue it by some signe This 〈◊〉 then see Replied Vlysses giuen me by the Bore Slaine in Parnassus I being sent before By yours and by my honour'd Mothers will To see your Sire Aâ—tolycus fulfill The gifts he vow'd at gining of my Name I le tel you too the Trees in goodly frame Of this faire Orchard that I askt of you Being yet a childe and follow'd for your show And name of euery Tree You gaue me then Of Figge-trees forty Apple bearers ten Peare-trees thirteene and fifty rankes of Vine Each one of which a season did confine For his best eating Not a Grape did grow That grew not there and had his heauy brow When Ioues faire daughters the all-ripening how'rs Gaue timely date to it This charg'd the pow is Both of his knees and heart with such impression Of sodaine comfort that it gâ—ue possession Of all to Trance The signes were all so true And did the loue that gaâ—e them so renue His cast his armes about his sonne and sunke The circle slipping to his feete So shrunke VVere all his ages forces with the fire Of his yong loue rekindl'd The old Sire The Son tooke vp quite liuelesse But his breath Againe respiring and his soule from death His bodies pow'rs recouering Out he cried And said O Iupiter I now haue tried That still there liue in heauen remembring Gods Of men that serue them though the periods They set to their apparances are long In best mens sufferings yet as sure as strong They are in comforts be their strange delayes Extended neuer so from dayes to dayes Yet see the short ioyes or the soone-mixt feares Of helpes with-held by them so many yeares For if the wooers now haue paide the paine Due to their impious pleasures Now againe Extreame feare takes me lest we straight shall see Th' Ithacensians here in mutinie Their Messengers dispatcht to win to friend The Cephalenian Cities Do not spend Your thoughts on these cares saide his suffering son But be of comfort and see that course ron That best may shun the worst Our house is nere Telemachus and both his Herdsmen there To dresse our supper with their vtmost hast And thither haste we This saide Forth they past Came home and found Telemachus at feast With both his Swaines while who had done all drest VVith Baths and Balmes and royally arraid The old King was by his Sicilian Maid By whose side Pallas stood his crookt-age streitning His flesh more plumping and his looks enlightning VVho yssuing then to view his son admir'd The Gods Aspects into his forme inspir'd And said O Father certainly some God By your addression in this state hath stood More great more reuerend rendring you by farre At all your parts then of your selfe you are I would to Ioue said he the Sun and She That beares Ioues shield the state had stood with me That helpt me take in the wel-builded Tow'rs Of strong Nericus the Cephalian pow'rs To that faire City leading two dayes past While with the wooers thy conflict did last And I had then bene in the wooers wreake I should haue helpt thee so to render weake Their stubborne knees that in thy ioyes desert Thy breast had bene too little for thy heart This said and supper order'd by their men They sate to it old Dolius entring then And with him tyr'd with labour his sonnes came Call'd by their Mother the Siciliaâ— dame That brought them vp and drest their Fathers fare As whose age grew with it encreast her care To see him seru'd as fitted VVhen thus set These men bâ—held Vlysses there at meate They knew him and astonisht in the place Stood at his presence who with words of grace Call'd to olde Dolius saying Come and eate And banish all astonishment your meate Hath long bene ready and our selues made stay Expecting euer when your wished way VVould reach amongst vs. This brought fiercely on Old Dolius from his stand who ran vpon VVith both his armes abroad the King and kist Of both his rapt vp hands the either wrist Thus welcomming his presence O my Loue Your presence heere for which all wishes stroue No one expected Euen the Gods haue gone In guide before you to your mansion Welcom and all ioyes to your heart contend Knowes yet Penelope Or shall we send Some one to tell her this She knowes said he VVhat need these troubles Father touch at thee Then came the Sonnes of Dâ—lius and againe VVent ouer with their Fathers entertaine VVelcom'd shooke hands then to feast sate down About which while they sate about the Towne Fame flew and shriek't about the cruell death And Fate the wooers had sustain'd beneath Vlysses roofes All heard together all From hence and thence met in Vlysses Hall Short-breath'd and noisefull Bore out all the dead To instant buriall while their deaths were spread To other Neighbor-Cities where they liu'd From whence in swiftest Fisher-boats arriu'd Men to transfer them home In meane space here The heauy Nobles all in counsailâ— were Where met in much heape vp to all arose Extremely-greeu'd Eupitheus so to lose His Son Antinous who first of all By great Vlysses hand had slaughtrous fall VVhose Father weeping for him saide O Friends This man hath author'd workes of dismall ends Long since conueying in his gâ—ide to Troy Good men and many that did ships employ All which are lost and all their Souldiers dead And now the best men Cephalenia bâ—ed His hand hath slaughter'd Go we then before His scape to Pylos or the Elean Shore VVhere rule the Epeans 'gainst his horrid hand For we shall grieue and infamy will brand Our Fames for euer if we see our Sons And Brothers end in these confusions Reuenge left vninflicted Nor will I Enioy one dayes life more But greeue and die VVith instant onset Nor shoâ—ld you suruiue To keepe a base and beastly name aliue Haste then let flight preuent vs. This with teares His griefes aduisd and made all sufferers In his affliction But by this was come Vp to the Counsaile from Vlysses home VVhen sleep had left theÌ„ which the slaughters there And their selfe dangers from their eyes in feare Had two nights intercepted those two men That iust Vlysses sau'd out of the slaine VVhich Medon and the sacred Singer were These stood amidst the Counsaile and the feare The slaughter had imprest in eithers looke Stucke stil so gastly that amaze it strooke Through euery there beholder To whose eares One thus enforc't in his fright cause of theirs Attend me Ithacensians This sterne fact Done by Vlysses was not put in act
VVithout the Gods assistance These selfe eies Saw one of the immortall Deities Close by Vlysses Mentors forme put on At euery part and this sure Deity shone Now neere Vlysses setting on his bold And slaughterous spirit Now the points controll'd Of all the wooers weapons round about The arm'd house whisking in continuâ—ll rout Their party putting till in heapes they fell This newes new fears did through their spirits impel When Halitherses honor'd Mastors sonne VVho of them all saw onely what was done Present and future the much-knowing man And aged Heroe this plaine course ran Amongst their counsailes Giue me likewise eare And let me tell ye Friends that these ils beare On your malignant spleenes their sad effects VVho not what I perswaded gaue respects Nor what the peoples Pastor 〈◊〉 saide That you should see your issues follies staid In those foule courses by their petulant life The goods deuouring scandaling the wife Of no meane person who they still would say Could neuer more see his returning day VVhich yet appearing now now giue it trust And yeeld to my free counsailes Do not thrust Your owne safe persons on the acts your Sons So deerely bought lest their confusions On your lou'd heads your like addictions draw This stood so farre from force of any Law To curbe their loose attempts that much the more They rusht to wreake and made rude tumult rore The greater part of all the Court arose Good counsaile could not ill designes dispose Eupitheus was perswader of the course VVhich compleate arm'd they put in present force The rest sate still in counsaile These men met Before the broad Towne in a place they set All girt in armes Eupitheus choosing Chiefe To all their follies who put griefe to griefe And in his slaughter'd sons reuenge did burne But Fate gaue neuer feete to his returne Ordaining there his death Then Pallâ—â— spake To Ioue her Father with intent to make His will high Arbiter of th' act design'd And askt of him what his vnsearched mind Held vndiscourâ—d If with Armes and ill And graue encounter he would first fulfill His sacred purpose or both parts combine In peacefull friendship He askt why incline These doubts thy counsailes Hast not thou decreed That Ithacus should come and giue his deed The glory of reuenge on these and theirs Performe thy will the frame of these affaires Haue this fit issue When Vlysses hand Hath reacht full wreake his then râ—â—â—wn'd command Shall reigne for euer Faithfull Truces strooke 'Twixt him and all For euery man shall brooke His Sons and Brothers slaughters by our meane To send Obliuion in expâ—gning cleane The Character of enmity in all As in best Leagues before Peace Feastiuall And Riches in abundance be the state That crownes the close of Wise Vlysses Fate This spurr'd the Free who from heauens Continent To th' Ithacensian Isle made straight descent Where dinner past Vlysses said Some one Looke out to see their neerenesse Dolius sonne Made present speed abroad and saw them nie Ran backe and told Bad Arme and instantlie Were all in armes Vlysses part was foure And sixe more sons of Dolius All his powre Two onely more which were his aged Sire And like-year'd Dolius whose liues slaked fire All white had left their heads yet driuen by Neede Made Souldiers both of necessary deede And now all girt in armes the Poâ—ts set wide They sallied forth Vlâ—sses being their guide And to them in the instant Pallas came In forme and voice like Mentor who a flame Inspir'd of comfort in Vlysses hart VVith her seene presence To his Son apart He thus then spake Now Son your eyes shall see Expos'd in slaughterous fight the enemy Against whom who shall best serue will be seene Disgrace not then your race that yet hath beene For force and fortitude the formost tried Of all earths off-springs His true Son replied Your selfe shall see lou'd Father if you please That my deseruings shall in nought digresse From best fame of our Races formost merit The old King sprung for ioy to heare his spirit And said O lou'd Immortals what a day Do your cleere bounties to my life display I ioy past measure to behold my Son And Nephew close in such contention Of vertues martiall Pallas standing neeâ—e Said O my Friend Of all supreamly deere Seed of Arcesius Pray to Ioue and her That rules in Armes his daughter and a daâ—â— Spritefully brandisht hurle at th' aduerse part This said He pray'd and she a mighty force Inspir'd within him who gaue instant course To his braue-brandisht Lance which strook the brasse That cheek't Eupitheus Caske and thrust his passe Quite through his head who fell sounded falling His Armes the sound againe from earth recalling Vlysses and his Son rusht on before And with their both-way-headed Darts did gore Their enemies breasts so thicke that all had gone The way of slaughter had not Pallas throwne Her voice betwixt them charging all to stay And spare expence of blood Her voice did fray The blood so from their faces that it left A greenish palenesse All their hands it rest Of all their weapons falling thence to earth And to the commune Moâ—her of their Birth The City all fled in 〈◊〉 to saue The liues yet left them Then Vlysses gaue A horrid shout and like Ioues Eagle flew In fiery pursuite till Saturnius threw His smoaking lightning twixt them that had fall Before Minerua who thâ—â— out did call Thus to Vlysses Borne of Ioue abstaine From further bloodshed 〈◊〉 hand in the slainâ— Hath equall'd in their paines their prides to thee Abstaine then lest you moue the Deity Againe then twixt both parts the seed of Ioue Athenian Pallas of all future loue A league compos'd and for her foâ—me tooke choice Of Mentors likenesse both in Limb and Voice The End of the XXIIII and last Booke of Homers Odysses So wrought diuine Vlysses through his 〈◊〉 So croun'd the Light with him His â—â—â—hers Throes As through his great Renowner I have wrought And my safe saile to sacred Anchor brâ—â—ght Nor did the Argiue ship more burthen feele That bore the Care of all men in her Keelâ— Then my aduenturous Barke The Colchean Fleece Not halfe so precious as this roule of Greece In whose songs I haue 〈…〉 And Greeke it seâ—fe veile to our English voyce Yet this inestimable Pearle wit all Our Dunghil Chantichâ—râ—s 〈…〉 Each Moderne scraper this 〈◊〉 scratching by His Oate preferring far Let such let ly So scorne the stars the clouds as true-soul'd men Despise Deceiuers For as Clouds would faine Obscure the Stars yet Regions left below With all their enuies bar them but of show For they shine euer and wil shine when they Dissolue in sinckes make Mire and temper Clay So puft Impostors our Muse-vapours striue With their selfe-blowne additions to depriue Men solid of their full though infinite short They come in their compare and false report Of leuelling or touching at their light