send us prosperous Gales Our Ships shall fill the Sea the Wind our Sails Exeunt CHORUS IS' t true Or does some Fear our minds deceive That Souls their Bodies do out-live When any wretched Mortal dies And his sad Kindred close his Eyes Does not Death finish all his Pain But must he dye to live again Or rather when our Bodies dye And with our Breath our Souls too flye Is Death the End and Cure of all our Misery Where're all-seeing Phaebus goes Where're the watry Ocean flows Nimbler than both Time posts away Nor Gods nor Men his Course can stay Swift as the rapid Orbs are hurl'd Swift as the Eye of this great World Our basty Sand does downwards run Our Minutes fly our Life is gone And when the slipp'ry Guest takes flight The rest is long Oblivion and eternal Night As Smoak dissolves into the Air And Winds drive Clouds we know not where So when poor Mortals breathe their last Their Souls exhale too in a blast And when the mighty Nothing disappears Death crowns our hopes and cures our fears What place must after Death our Souls receive That where we lay e're we began to live Our Souls as well as Bodies die And all is swallow'd up in vast Eternity Pluto Elysium Cerberus are nought But the loose Image of a shapeless Thought The Poet 's not the Wiseman's Theam The wild Idea of an empty Dream ACT III. Enter Andromache Astyanax and an Old Trojan Andromache WHY wretched Phrygians why d' ye tear your Hairs Why swell your Breasts with Sighs your Cheeks with Tears My Sorrows wear a sadder Livery Troy fell but Now to You Long since to Me. When fierce Achilles my lov'd Hector slew And the dear Corps thrice round our City drew The Chariot groan'd and shook beneath Its weight Whilst each sad Trojan fear'd approaching Fate Hector and Troy at the same time did fall If Tears can quench our Sorrows they 're but small I that have Liv'd would gladly Die his Wife And shew my Death as faithful as my Life But This sad Pledge of our once happy Loves My Fears increases and my Pity moves For His dear sake I live against my will And am contented to be wretched still My Care for Him has cost me many a Tear And robs my mis'ries of the wretched comfort not to Fear No Help no Remedy for all my Care But all is hopeless Sorrow and Despair Troj Madam what Fears distract your restless mind And. Many are Past but more are still Behind Alas our Sufferings must be worse and more Troj What Curses have the angry Gods in store And. All all the mighty Pow'rs of Hell break loose And Death it self will triumph over Us. Had they not slain enough before they bled But must they kill us too even when they 're Dead Must none but Grecian Ghosts return from Thence I thought just Death had made no difference These are the common Sufferings of us All But heavier Sorrows on my Head must fall Troj Speak what sad Omen has Heav'ns anger sent And. 'T was when two parts of the long Night were spent In Sighs and Tears when slumber did surprize My weary Limbs and clos'd my weeping Eyes And straight my lovely Hector's Shade appear'd Not like that Hector whom the Grecians fear'd When fierce as Lightning mongst their Troops He flew And many a treacherous Grecian bravely slew And in the Feign'd Achilles ' Death did wound the True Gone was the sprightly Colour of his Face Sorrow and Death had banish'd every Grace Breathless and pale by my Bedside he stood Stiff was his Hair and clotted all with Blood All Dismal and all Brave he did appear At once he mov'd my Love at once my Fear Once and again his griesly Locks he shook And thus my dear my dreadful Hector spoke Thou equal Partner of my faithful Bed Dear while I Liv'd and Constant now I 'm Dead Dare not to sleep when Danger is so nigh With my poor Boy to some far Countrey fly Or in some secret Cavern let Him lie Weep not for Troy your Tears will do no good But save the little Remnant of my Blood He spoke and straight He left my clouded sight And the loose shape dissolv'd into the Night I woake and starting from my Bed amaz'd Forsook my Child and round about me gaz'd The Airy Shade was lost in my embrace Whilst Fear and Horror fill'd a-round the Place To Astyanax Thou only last dear Hope of Troy and Me The Cause and Comfort of my Misery Too like my Hector and too near his Blood Born of a Race too noble and too good Such was thy warlike Father's lovely Face The same was every Action every Grace Such were his Eyes his Limbs so straight and fair Such was the Length and Colour of his Hair Too soon thou' rt born to Me but Oh! too late Or to prevent thy Own or thy poor Countries Fate When will that dear that wish'd-for Minute come When I shall see Thee bravely leading Home Thy captive banish'd scatter'd Countrymen When shall Old Troy and We revive again Thus I deceive and vainly sooth my Grief And dare not hope that Heav'n will send relief Yet all my Hopes and Fears are bound up in thy Life Alas what place what refuge dare I trust Our strongest Towers are buried in the Dust Of all the stately Structures of proud Troy There 's not enough remains to hide my Boy There is a Tomb where Hector's Ashes lie Fear'd and untouch'd ev'n by the Enemy A Monument of Old Priam's pious Prodigality Here he shall lay Cold Sweat bedews my Face I dread the Omen of the Fatal place Troj These timely Fears both You and Him may save And. With Him my Hopes are buried in the Grave What if some curious Greek my Fraud should spy Troj Whate'er you do be close trust no man's Eye But say that one day buried Him and Troy And. Should they but search this Tomb 't would prove his Last Troj A Conqueror's Rage is fierce but quickly past And. So dangerous a place I dare not trust Troj Others may choose what Helps they please let Him take what he must And. To what far Region dare I trust my Fears What Hope what Help what Remedy appears Thou that didst never fail assist me now Hector avert this sad this fatal Blow Ev'n in thy Death give Me and Troy relief And let thy faithful Ashes save his Life Haste haste get in dear Boy Oh! why dost turn Away and such mean shifts too bravely scorn See He 's asham'd of Fear Come lay aside This early Courage and this useless Pride And make the best of Fortune See what remains of Troy great Hector's Grave A helpless Infant and a wretched Slave Into this hallow'd Vault undaunted come In Life thy Refuge and in Death thy Tomb. She puts him into the Tomb. Troj So now He 's safe and lest your Fears betray Your Hopes be wise and quickly hast away And.
Hopes and Joys are gone Now She alone can call me Mother Dear Girl come hither Oh! how I desire Amidst thy lov'd Embraces to expire See see in pity of my Ills she cries Let none but Tears of Joy bedew those Eyes Come let me kiss those lovely Pearls away How would Cassandra for such Nuptials pray And. 'T is We dear Mother We alone must grieve Whom where they please the faithless Winds must drive Whilst happier She i' th' silent Grave is laid Hel. Knew You Your Fate You w'd think the beauteous Maid Still happier And. Sure my Ills I ha'n't forgot Hel. Then know You 're made unhappy slaves t' a Lot And. Which of my Conquerors must I Master call Hel. Madam to happy Pyrrhus share You fall Hec. Happy Cassandra Sure her Rage will save Her Honour She I hope is no man's slave Hel. The King chose Her Hec. And whom must I obey Hel. You are unwilling Ithacus's Prey Hec. And must I fall beneath a Prince's hand Blind Deities why could Ye not command The fatal Lots more equally to fall Ye might have been more Iust though not more King to all Must I again my Hector's Armour see And with the fight renew my Misery And blush more at my Master than my slavery Now I am truly wretched Yes I 'll go But may my usual Fate go with me too May some great Tempest swell the raging Sea And may the Winds be merciless as They. May all the mighty Ills which I have born Doubly upon my Conquerors Heads return If Heav'n grant this no longer I 'll repine But think Their Sufferings a Reward for Mine But see fierce Pyrrhus hastens to the Place Big with Revenge and Anger in his Face Let Me be wedded to thy Father's Grave And rid Ulysses of a hated slave You kill'd Old Priam pray dispatch me too Sure I am Old enough to die by You. Go thou base Murderer inhumane Priest And glut the oruel Gods with such a Feast Great as my Ills what Curse shall I invent What heavy new unheard of Punishment May You for ever want a Prosperous Gale May none but blust'ring Boreas fill Your Sails And nought but Grief Your Bosoms This on All But on Ulysses Ship may heavier Curses fall CHORUS LEss are the Griefs we undergo When they are felt by Others too Less are our Sorrows less our Fears The more our Company appears Great Griefs like Burdens are more light The more there are to share the Wright And none with Justice can refuse To bear the Fortune Others use Take from the Rich their Gold away And Poor men are as good as They. When we see happier Men we grieve And all our Sorrows are Comparative 'T is this does all our Sufferings ease To see that Others bear no less He only does his Fate bemoan Who in a single Ship alone Has plough'd the Seas and after some great Wrack With a light Ship and heavy Heart comes back Who sees the Dangers of a sinking Fleet Thinks not his Sufferings are so great H' has this sad Comfort of his Misery That All as well as He must die When the proud Master of the Golden Fleece With his dear Burden cross'd the Seas Phryxus with Tears saw Helle drown Well might he weep when he was left Alone So when the only honest Pair That could our wretched Race repair Of all Mankind alone remain'd Each happy in the Other ne'er complain'd Thus by our Conquerors when we 're snatch'd away A helpless but a numerous Prey The Wind shall scatter all our Tears Our Number shall secure our Fears What shall we say when on the Deck we stand And from a-far behold the less'ning Land What shall we think when Ida's Tops grow less And with the Seas our Fears increase And when our Sons shall seek their Native Land Each wretched Mother pointing with her hand The Tears still trickling from her Eyes Shall cry See yonder Ilium lies Where those black Clouds of curling Smoak do rise ACT V. Enter Andromache and Hecuba and to them a Messenger Messenger OH horrid cruel Tyranny of Death My very News has put me out of Breath What Thing so sad has happen'd any Year As neither I dare Speak nor You can Hear Oh! ask not that which in a Womans Ear Would make another Murder Hec. Speak the worst With greater Sorrows sure I can't be curs'd Mess Your To Hecuba Daughter and your To Andromache Son are now no more But Both with Constancy their Sufferings bore And. Describe the dismal Scene but be not brief Speak all for I am harden'd now with Grief Be plain and each Particular declare For I can hear it all without a Tear Mess There is a Tower from the Flames fury free Spar'd only for this greater Cruelty On whose high Top Old Priam us'd to stand And with his Eye and Voice our Troops command Here with his Princely Grand-child oft he stood And to the Boy his Father's Battels show'd This Tower has once our chiefest Bulwark been 'T is now of Blood and Death the dismal Scene Hither the giddy Rabble flock'd to see With greedy Eyes the Royal Infant die From this high Tower a pretty distant space A steep and lofty Hill commands the Place On That a Rock on which the gazing Crowd Big with the cruel Expectation stood On all the neighbouring Trees whole Armies sate The loaded Branches crack'd beneath their weight And one with hast some ragged Mount does climb Another Oh! the sacrilegious Crime Stands on great Hector's Tomb One climbs a Wall Which with its wretched weight does fall Lo the Press breaks and big with cruel Joy The curs'd Ulysses leads the Princely Boy Th' undaunted Youth mounts fearless to the Place With Innocence triumphant in his Face When from the Tower he saw the gazing Rout Round him he flung a scornful Look about So some fierce Lion's whelp whose tender Age Has not as yet well arm'd his toothless Rage With eager Fury whets his horny Claws And tries the utmost anger of his Jaws Thus fearless the young Martyr thither came And fill'd his cruel Enemies with Shame This when they saw straight the relenting Crowd In sighs and tears express'd their Grief aloud Nay even Ulysses wept and ' spight of all His Cruelty resistless Tears did fall Then when the cruel Sacrifice was done Piti'd by All Himself unmov'd alone Down the deep Precipice himself He cast And ' midst his Countries Ruines breath'd his Last And. What barbarous cruel Colehian e'er could hear Much less perform such Crimes What Scythian dare But think upon this Murder and not Fear To be compar'd with These Busiris was too good His Altars ne'er were stain'd with Infants Blood This was a Crime unknown to Diomede He with such tender meat his Horses scorn'd to feed Dear Child to what sierce Beast art ' made a Prey Where shall thy mangled scatter'd Members lay Mess Talk not of Them when from the Tower he flew The Fall destroy'd both Life and Carkass too His innocent Blood the guilty Turret stains He sprinkled all the Grecians with his Brains And nothing now of the dear Boy remains And. Still like his Father Mess When this was done at first the Rabble mourn'd But to a greater Cruelty return'd With eager hast the thronging Grecians came And flock about the curs'd Achilles ' Tomb. This place was destin'd for the Scene of Blood On two near Hills the gazing Army stood Between a fatal Valley stretch'd out wide And Groves of Spears appear'd on every side Here for the beauteous Bride they all attend Some glad that with her Life their Fears must end Some that she was the last of Priam's stock Some seem to hate the Crime on which they gladly look And here and there a Trojan did appear Who came to see her die and shed a Tear Then through a Lane of Grecians in a row Before the Bride Five Nuptial Torches go Next Helen follow'd hanging down her Head Oh! may Hermione such a Husband wed Straight She appear'd alone with Looks might move Grief in each Trojan in each Grecian Love Her Eyes she turn'd with modest sorrow down And in her Face unusual Beauties shone So Evening Blushes grace the setting Sun Her Courage some and some her Beauty prais'd But all with various Passions strangely gaz'd Some sad some sham'd some weeping all amaz'd Thus in slow state the mournful Train was come Where Pyrrhus standing on his Father's Tomb With joyful anger held the fatal Knife Prepar'd to cut the tender Thread of Life Fearless She look'd her Murderers in the Face Whilst silent sorrow fill'd a round the Place Mov'd at her God-like Constancy He shook And scarce had Courage left to give the stroke Straight as the cruel weapon reach'd her Heart A streaming spring of Vital Blood did start Through the wide wound She still out brav'd her Fate And made Achilles ' Ashes groan beneath her weight What Tongue the Grief and Horror can express Which did both Parties equally possess In silent Tears their Griefs the Trojans show'd The howling Grecians spake their Pity Loud About the Tomb at first the Deluge flow'd And straight the thirsty Ashes drank the sinking Blood Hec. Go barbarous Grecians now securely go And let your swelling Canvase loosely flow Now boasty have murder'd all the hopes of Troy Y' have kill'd a harmless Virgin and a helpless Boy Whither Oh! whither shall I bear my Grief Where spend the Remnant of my hated Life Shall I for Priam or for Hector groan Or for them All Or for My self alone Come welcom Death thou best thou only Cure Of all I must or all I do endure From Me alone the cruel Tyrant runs And midst these Swords and Flames a wretched Captive shuns Why cruel Grecians why was I preserv'd To what fresh Miseries am I still reserv'd Mess We must be gone for see the Grecian Sails Are loosen'd to receive the flying Gales FINIS Licensed Feb. 5. 1681. Ro. L'Estrange
are the cruel Gods yet satisfy'd See how the Lots our Progeny divide A mournful Prey to th' Victors Lust and Pride One seeks Antenor's t'other Hector's Wife Cassandra too is now become their Strife Each shuns My Lot of Me they 'r all afraid Oh! whose unhappy Slave must I be made Why wretched Subjects why d' ye cease to cry My Equals now in all but Misery The mournful noise to fatal Ida send And with loud cries his hollow Vallies rend Reach his proud Top though it ascend to Heav'n And teach him to repeat those Griefs which There were giv'n Chorus of Trojan Women and Hecuba You need not teach us to shed Tears We 've practs'd it for many Years E're since unhappy Paris went to Greece And taught our Pines to plough the Seas Ten times has Ida's head been clad with Snow Ida the sharer of our Woe Our Griefs have made Him bare and naked too Ten times has th'Harvest crown'd our Fields And every day fresh Troubles yields Give You the Signal with up-lifted hands Our Sorrows shall prevent and out-do your Commands Hecub Come dear Companions of my Misery Loose Loose your hair and let it fly About your Necks your Arms prepare And your dishevell'd Tresses tear Your naked Beauties now display Let Modesty to Grief give way And let your Garments loosely flow So this is right and now I know The Trojan Dames Now all your Griefs renew Your Sighs for smaller Losses keep For Hector's Death a more than common sorrow shew For Hector now let 's weep Cho. Great Hecuba we have obey'd And each has strew'd Troy's Ashes on her head Hec. Takes up a handful of Ashes Fill fill your hands This surely is our own Now fling those useless Vestures down Now Sorrow all thy forces try Now all thy skill apply Let Rhaetus join with us and mourn Let hollow Ecchos the sad noise return In loudest Accents let each Rock repeat All Ilium's Groans Beat wretched Matrons beat Your breasts and let Them eccho too Let 's weep for Hector now Cho. To Thee we pay these Tears we send these Cries Accept these mournful Obsequies Thou shed'st thy Blood for Us and we In gratitude do so for Thee Thou wer 't thy tottering Country's Prop Her Guardian Angel and her only Hope By thee she stood with thee she fell Thy noblest Monument how well Did one day finish both your Fates Hec. Change change your Griefs let 's give some proof Of Love to Priam Hector hath enough Cho. Accept this mournful Tribute of our Eyes Thou who hast suffer'd two Captivities Twice have the Grecian Weapons pierc'd our Hearts Twice have we felt Alcides Darts And thou brave Prince who could'st no more enjoy Thy valiant Sons scorn'st to out-live thy Troy Hec. Let us our Grief to some sad Object turn For Priam's Death we need not mourn Since our own sufferings teach us to express Not Grief for 's Death but Joy for 's Happiness Sing Happy Priam now for he With Death has purchas'd Liberty The Grecian Yoke he ne're will bear Nor need he great Atrides or Ulysses fear He cannot now their Scorn and Triumph be Nor feel their glorious Bonds and gilded Slavery Cho. Thrice happy Priam sing we all Who with great Troy did'st fall Thou safely wander'st through th' Elysian Grove And seest the darling Object of thy Love O happy Priam happy who With thy own Fall hast seen thy Country's too ACT II. Enter Talthybius Talthybius WHat long delays our luckless Fleet attend Whether they come from Greece or thither bend Cho. What stays the Grecian Ships Talthybius say What angry God does once more stop your way Tal. My trembling joints are loosen'd all with fear And I am quite unmann'd Prepare to hear Monsters beyond belief Scarce had the Sun with his returning Ray Gilded the World and wak'd the new-born Day When straight the labouring Earth sent forth a Groan And the vast Caverns of the Deep were shown Each frighted Tree his trembling Leaves did move And fearful noises fill'd the hallow'd Grove The Sea began to fear and durst not roar His trembling Waves crept softly by the Shoar The clefted Earth unlock'd her mighty Womb And straight disclos'd the great Achilles Tomb. So full of rage did the dread Prince appear When first he taught the Thracians how to fear Or when with heaps he choak'd up Xanthus flood And stain'd his Silver streams with Trojan blood Or when he drag'd a-round with cruel Joy Dead Hector's Corps and cri'd I 've conquer'd Troy And thus he spake aloud the Valleys round And frighten'd Shoar restor'd the dreadful sound Go Wretches go share your ill gotten Prey And triumph o'er my Ashes bear away Once more those spoils for which so long I fought And with my richest blood so dearly bought Over my Parent-Sea your faithless Navy steer Despise my Anger Greece but know 't shall cost thee dear Till at my Shrine Old Priam's Daughter dies And Pyrrhus vengeful Sword performs the Sacrifice He spoke Ye Grecians credit what I tell And straight to shapeless Air unseen he fell The Sea laid by his anger and grew kind And danc'd to th' gentler murmurs of the Wind Whilst the glad Tritons in one Nuptial Corus joyn'd Exit Talthybius SCENE II. Enter Agamemnon Pyrrhus and Calchas Pyrrhus WHilst with wing'd speed our Ships do homewards fly Must great Achilles unregarded lye Is He forgot whose conqu'ring Hand alone Troy and her mighty Bulwark has o'rethrown And in one Day did for Ten Years attone Had you desir'd to give some nobler Proof Of gratitude You could not do enough See how each Soldier 's laden with their Spoils A noble Recompence for all his Toils And did He for such poor Rewards as these Shake off the Fetters of ignoble Ease Did he for this despise his Mothers Tears And bravely laugh at her prophetick Fears For this did he inspir'd with generous Rage Choose a brave Death before a long inglorious Age And when beset with all Love 's mighty Charms Betray a more than Man-like Thirst for Arms When first proud Telephus would stop his way And the Career of 's growing Glories stay He felt his yet unpractis'd Sword and found From the same Hand a Remedy and Wound Lyrnessus next and Thebes his Conquests prov'd Cilla and Tenedos equally belov'd By Phaebus felt his Arms and Chryse too Found what so young so brave a man could do Towns conquer'd Nations captiv'd Kings o'rethrown Were early signs of what he would have done He still press'd on and did fresh Glories trace He there began where others end the Race So young a Victor this great Man appear'd And made new Wars whilst he for War prepar'd Nor was this all the mighty Prince has done H' out-did himself in Hector's Death alone He bravely won You basely sack the Town Oh! I could ever on this Subject dwell By him the brave unhappy Memnon fell For whom in Sables sad Aurora mourn'd And the great Office of the Day adjourn'd He saw
which you have sold Ulyss Nothing shall stay me And. Hold Ulysses hold By all that 's good or just your Fury stay And please the cruel Gods some other way From this rude violence his dear Ashes save Pyrrhus protect those Gifts thy noble Father gave Ulyss What angry Heav'n condemns I may not spare And. Your blackest Crimes did ne'er proceed so far Our fairest Temples ye have overthrown The Shrines o' th' patient Gods y' have batter'd down But Tombs have scap'd your Sacriledg alone Aside Shall I alone their well-arm'd Rage withstand Revenge shall strengthen Love shall guide my Hand Just as the warlike Maid amidst her Troops Routed the faithless Greeks and dash'd their hopes As the wild Maenade through the Woods did rove And kill'd the darling Object of her Love Thus I 'll undaunted rush amongst them all And for His Ashes Fight or with them Fall Ulyss To his Attendants Can a weak Womans Tears your Passions sway Or will you Heav'ns Commands and Mine obey And. Let me redeem Him though my Life 's the Price Rise my lov'd Hector from Elysium rise Let thy weak Ghost their weaker Rage withstand He comes he comes And see in yon' right hand He shakes his Sword and darts a dreadful light And does not This your rash Attempts affright Or does the airy Phantome cheat my sight Ulyss You rave in vain I 'll break the Mon'ment down And. Aside And shall one Ruin overwhelm my Husband and my Son It must not be I 'll try some gentler way And since I cannot Terrifie I 'll Pray The Stone will quickly fall as if 't were meant To be at once his Death and Monument No let his Blood some other way be spilt Not stain his Father's Tomb with such a Guilt To Him See great Ulysses a sad Mother see That never Kneel'd to any man but Thee Let thy hard Heart be melted with my Tears Pity my Sufferings and receive my Prayers Gently Oh! gently all my Sorrows ease Whate'er you grant the wretched more will please Just Heav'n than all the Pomp and Cost of Sacrifice So may you safe return and end your Life I' th' chast Embraces of your faithful Wife So may your lov'd Telemachus equalize His Grandsires Years his Father's Policies As You to Me and Him shall gentle prove Ulyss Madam produce the Boy and trust our Love Exit Andromache and re-enters with Astyanax Andromache Come forth unhappy Infant come Forsake thy noble Father's Tomb. See great Ulysses see He 's here Whom all Your Thousand Ships did fear To Astyanax Come leave this useless Pride thus low Beneath our Conqueror's Feet let 's bow Since Fortune cannot be withstood Forget the honour of thy Blood Forget great Priam's happy State And let thy Mind be levell'd to thy Fate Come kneel and if thou canst not see Nor feel the burden of thy Misery Yet maist thou learn to weep from Me. Troy long before a Prince's Tears has seen Nor have they unsuccessful been For they even Hercules could win The mighty Hercules whose Name Employs the willing Voice of Fame Who Thither went and Thence return'd whence never Mortal came Mov'd with his harmless Enemies Tears Forgot his Wrongs and cur'd all Priam's Fears Govern said He thy faithless Fathers Land But Rule it with a juster Hand Thus was He setled in his Throne And by his Father's Sufferings gain'd a Crown To Ulysses Learn from Alcides ' Anger to be Kind Or can his fatal Arms alone content Your Mind Before Your Feet no less a Suppliant lies With lift-up Hands and down cast Eyes Let Him his Life alone enjoy We care not what becomes of Troy Ulyss Aside What Rock these Sighs and Prayers unmov'd could hear But all the Grecian Dames with me must fear His Life may cost each Mother many a Tear And. Can this great Pile be rais'd by such a Boy Can these weak Hands re-build or fight for Troy Or can these Arms his tottering Country prop No 't were a groundless and a desperate hope Do we thus Low and yet thus Dreadful lay And can the Lion fear his helpless Prey Can the great Father's Soul inspire the Son Th' Effect remains not when its Cause is gone His Father's Fate a braver mind would quell Fraught with the mighty burden of his ills Rather than Perish let him ever lie Beneath the slavish Yoke of base Captivity What Tyrant can this poor Request deny Ulyss Then Calchas is that Tyrant and not I. And. And dare You vile Dissembler break Your word Base man whose Tongue is smoother than thy Sword And sharper too We suffer not alone But Greece it self beneath thy Crafts does groan Blaspheme not Heav'n Its Deities are more kind By Thee alone this Mischief was design'd Go Midnight-Souldier go dissembling Scout In the Sun's face thou dar'st not venture out Go set Your mighty VVit against a Boy VVho could he wield a Sword should Conquer Thee Ulyss Greece knows my Prowess enough and Troy too well VVhat You have suffer'd sure I need not tell But while in fruitless words I lose the Day The winds swell all our Sails and chide my stay And. Hold whilst this last this parting Kiss I pay Let me with Tears be-dew that lovely Face Let me Oh! let me die in his Embrace Ulyss I w'd gladly if I might this Loss retrieve But take the only Favour I can give And freely use the wretched power to Grieve And. To Astyanax Thou last great Martyr that must die for Troy My much lov'd Hector's no less lovely Boy How have I promis'd Thee the happiness Of Priam's Years and Hector's great Success But Heav'n with scorn on all my Prayers look'd down And now that Head must never wear a Crown Ne'er must those tender Hands a Scepter wield Never Oh! never thy poor Country shield Oft have I wish'd but Oh! I wish'd in vain By Thee t' have seen the cruel Pyrrhus slain And in the Son Revenge upon the Father ta ' en The foaming Boar thou never wilt pursue And teach us what thy riper Years might do Nor in the solemn Pomp o' th' Lustral Year Bravely i' th' head of all thy Mates appear And Ilium's Fate our lost Palladium bear Nor in great Dyndimene's hallow'd Grove Wilt Thou to th' Musick 's tuneful measures move O dismal Fate Our guilty walls must see Than Hector's Death a greater Cruelty Ulyss Madam in vain your Time and Tears you spend Your Sorrows are too great to find an End And. Oh! let these Tears the Messengers of Grief Seal the dear Infant 's Eyes whilst yet h' has Life To Astyanax Go fearless go no longer now a slave Brave though thou' rt Young and Dreadful in the Grave Go see thy Father Death will set Thee free And loose the tedious Bonds of Life and Slavery Ast. Oh! help me Mother Why dost catch my Hand What Power what force can Heav'n and Greece withstand Just so the tender Heifer when she hears The Lion's voice with trembling hast