to the sons of Priam. Euen till they braue ye at your gates Ye suffer beaten downe Aeneas great Anchises sonne whose prowesse we renowne As much as Hectors fetch him off from this contentious prease With this the strength and spirits of all his courage did increase And yet Sarpedon seconds him with this particular taunt Sarpedon reproues Hector Of noble Hector Hector where is thy vnthanfull vaunt And that huge strength on which it built that thou and thy allies With all thy brothers without aid of vs or our supplies And troubling not a citizen the Citie safe would hold In all which friends and brothers helps I see not nor am told Of any one of their exploits but all held in dismay Of Diomed like a sort of dogs that at a Lion bay And entertaine no spirit to pinch we your assistants here Fight for the towne as you helpt vs and I an aiding Peere No Citizen euen out of care that doth become a man For men and childrens liberties adde all the aide I can Not out of my particular cause far hence my profit growes For far hence Asian Lycia lies where gulfie Xanthus flowes And where my lou'd wife infant sonne and treasure nothing scant I left behind me which I see those men would haue that want And therefore they that haue would keepe yet I as I would lose Their sure fruition cheere my troupes and with their liues propose Mine owne life both to generall fight and to particular cope With this great souldier though I say I entertaine no hope To haue such gettings as the Greeks nor feare to lose like Troy Yet thou euen Hector deedlesse standst and car'st not to employ Thy towne-borne friends to bid them stand to fight and saue their wiues Lest as a Fowler casts his nets vpon the silly liues Of birds of all sorts so the foe your walls and houses hales One with another on all heads or such as scape their fals Be made the prey and prize of them as willing ouerthrowne That hope not for you with their force and so this braue-built towne Will proue a Chaos that deserues in thee so hote a care As should consume thy dayes and nights to hearten and prepare Th' assistant Princes pray their minds to beare their far-brought toiles To giue them worth with worthy fight in victories and foiles Still to be equall and thy selfe exampling them in all Need no reproofes nor spurs all this in thy free choice should fall This stung great Hectors heart and yet as euery generous mind Should silent beare a iust reproofe and shew what good they find In worthy counsels by their ends put into present deeds Not stomacke nor be vainly sham'd so Hectors spirit proceeds And from his Chariot wholly arm'd he iumpt vpon the sand On foote so toiling through the hoast a dart in either hand And all hands turn'd against the Greeks the Greeks despisde their worst And thickning their instructed powres expected all they durst Then with the feet of horse and foote the dust in clouds did rise And as in sacred floores of barnes vpon corne-winowers flies The chaffe driuen with an opposite wind when yellow Ceres dites Simile 〈◊〉 the husband man expressing â—…bly Which all the Diters feet legs armes their heads and shoulders whites So lookt the Grecians gray with dust that strooke the solide heauen Raisd from returning chariots and troupes together driuen Each side stood to their labours firme fierce Mars flew through the aire And gatherd darknesse from the fight and with his best affaire Obeyd the pleasure of the Sunne that weares the golden sword Who bad him raise the spirits of Troy when Pallas ceast t' afford Her helping office to the Greeks and then his owne hands wrought Apollo brings Aeneas from his Temple to field cured Which from his Phanes rich chancell cur'd the true Aeneas brought And plac't him by his Peeres in field who did with ioy admire To see him both aliue and safe and all his powers entire Yet stood not sifting how it chanc't another sort of taske Then stirring th' idle siue of newes did all their forces aske Inflam'd by Phaebus harmfull Mars and Eris eagrer farre The Greekes had none to hearten them their hearts rose with the warre But chiefly Diomed Ithacus and both th' Aiaces vsde Stirring examples and good words their owne fames had infusde Spirit enough into their blouds to make them neither feare The Troians force nor Fate it selfe but still expecting were When most was done what would be more their ground they stil made good And in their silence and set powers like faire still clouds they stood Simile With which Ioue crownes the tops of hils in any quiet day When Boreas and the ruder winds that vse to driue away Aires duskie vapors being loose in many a whistling gale Are pleasingly bound vp and calme and not a breath exhale So firmely stood the Greeks nor fled for all the Ilions ayd Atrides yet coasts through the troupes confirming men so stayd O friends said he hold vp your minds strength is but strength of will Reuerence each others good in fight and shame at things done ill Where souldiers shew an honest shame and loue of honour liues That ranks men with the first in fight death fewer liueries giues Then life or then where Fames neglect makes cow-herds fight at length Flight neither doth the bodie grace nor shewes the mind hath strength He said and swiftly through the troupes a mortall Lance did send That reft a standard-bearers life renownd Aeneas friend Deicoon Pergasides whom all the Troians lou'd Pergasides slain by Agamemnon As he were one of Priams sonnes his mind was so approu'd In alwayes fighting with the first the Lance his target tooke Which could not interrupt the blow that through it cleerly strooke And in his bellies rimme was sheath'd beneath his girdle-stead He sounded falling and his armes with him resounded dead Then fell two Princes of the Greeks by great Aeneas ire Orsilochus and Crethon slain by Aeneas Diocleus sonnes Orsilochus and Crethon whose kind Sire In brauely-builded Phaera dwelt rich and of sacred bloud He was descended lineally from great Alphaus floud That broadly flowes through Pylos fields Alphaeus did beget The pedigree of Orsilochus Orsilochus who in the rule of many men was set And that Orsilochus begat the rich Diocleus Diocleus sire to Crethon was and this Orsilochus Both these arriu'd at mans estate with both th' Atrides went To honor them in th' Ilton warres and both were one way sent To death as well as Troy for death hid both in one blacke houre As two yong Lions with their dam sustaind but to deuoure Simile Bred on the tops of some steepe hill and in the gloomie deepe Of an inaccessible wood rush out and prey on sheepe Steeres Oxen and destroy mens stals so long that they come short And by the Owners steele are slaine in such vnhappie
chopping chopping still And laying on on blocks and trees so they on men laid lode And beate like noises into aire both as they strooke and trod But past their noise so full of bloud of dust of darts lay smit Diuine Sarpedon that a man must haue an excellent wit That could but know him and might faile so from his vtmost head Euen to the low plants of his feete his forme was altered All thrusting neare it euery way as thicke as flies in spring That in a sheepe-cote when new milke assembles them make wing And buzze about the top-full pailes nor euer was the eve Of Ioue auerted from the fight he viewd thought ceaslesly And diuersly vpon the death of great Achilles friend If Hector there to wreake his sonne should with his iauelin end His life and force away his armes oâ—… still augment the field He then concluded that the flight of much more soule should yeeld Achilles good friend more renowne and that euen to their gates He should driue Hector and his host and so disanimates The mind of Hector that he mounts his chariot and takes Flight Vp with him tempting all to her affirming his insight Knew euidently that the beame of Ioues all-ordering scoles Was then in sinking on their side surcharg'd with flockes of soules Then not the noble Lycians staid but left their slaughterd Lord Amongst the corses common heape for many more were pour'd About and on him while Ioues hand held out the bitter broile And now they spoil'd Sarpedons armes and to the ships the spoile Was sent by Menaetiades Then Ioue thus charg'd the Sunne Haste honor'd Phoebus let no more Greeke violence be done Iouâ—… to Phâ—…bus To my Sarpedon but his corse of all the sable bloud And iauelins purg'd then carry him farre hence to some cleare floud With whose waues wash and then embalme each thorough-clâ—…nsed lim With our Ambrosia which perform'd diuine weeds put on him And then to those swift mates and twins sweete Sleepe and Death commit His princely person that with speed they both may carrie it To wealthy Lycia where his friends and brothers will embrace And tombe it in some monument as fits a Princes place Then flew Apollo to the fight from the Idalian hill Apollo sends 〈◊〉 pedoâ—…s body by Sleep and Death to Lyclâ—… At all parts putting into act his great Commanders will Drew all the darts washt balm'd the corse which deckt with ornament By Sleepe and Death those featherd twins he into Lycia sent Patroclus then Automedon commands to giue his steeds Large raines and all way to the chace so madly he exceeds The strict commission of his friend which had he kept had kept A blacke death from him But Ioues mind hath euermore outstept The mind of man who both affrights and takes the victorie From any hardiest hand with ease which he can iustifie Though he himselfe commands him fight as now he put this chace In Menaetiades his mind How much then weighs the grace Patroclus that Ioue giues thee now in scoles put with thy death Of all these great and famous men the honorable breath Of which Adrestus first he slue and next Autonous Epistorâ—… and Perimus Pylartes Elasus Swift Menalippus Molius all these were ouerthrowne 〈◊〉 â—…ling the wals of Troy resisted by Phoebus By him and all else put in rout and then proud Ilion Had stoopt beneath his glorious hand he rag'd so with his lance If Phoebus had not kept the towre and helpt the Ilians Sustaining ill thoughts gainst the Prince Thrice to the prominence Of Troys steepe wall he brauely leapt thrice Phoebus thrust him thence Obiecting his all-dazeling shield with his resistlesse hand But fourthly when like one of heauen he would haue stird his stand Apollo threatned him and said Ceasse it exceeds thy fate Apollo threatens Pâ—…traclus Forward Patroclus to expugne with thy bold lance this state Nor vnder great Achilles powres to thine superiour farre Lies Troyes graue ruine When he spake Patroclus left that warre Leapt farre backe and his anger shund Hector detain'd his horse Within the Scaean ports in doubt to put his personall force Amongst the rout and turne their heads or shun in Troy the storme Apollo seeing his suspence assum'd the goodly forme Of Hectors vnkle Asius the Phrygian Dymas sonne Apollo in shape of Asius to Hector Who neare the deepe Sangarius had habitation Being brother to the Troian Queene His shape Apollo tooke And askt of Hector why his spirit so cleare the fight forsooke Affirming t was vnfit for him and wisht his forces were As much aboue his as they mou'd in an inferiour sphere He should with shame to him be gone and so bad driue away Against Patroclus to approue if he that gaue them day Would giue the glorie of his death to his preferred lance So left he him and to the fight did his bright head aduance Mixt with thâ—… multitude and stird foule Tumult for the foe Then Hector bad Cebriones put on himselfe let go All other Greeks within his reach and onely gaue command To front Patroclus He at him iumpt downe his strong left hand A Iauelin held his right a stone a marble sharpe and such As his large hand had powre to gripe and gaue it strength as much As he could lie to nor stood long in feare of that huge man That made against him but full on with his huge stone he ran Discharg'd and draue it twixt the browes of bold Cebriones Nor could the thicke bone there prepar'd extenuate so th' accesse But out it draue his broken eyes which in the dust fell downe And he diu'd after which conceit of diuing tooke the sonne Of old Menatius who thus plaid vpon the others bane O heauens for truth this Troian was a passing actiue man Patroclus 〈◊〉 at tâ—…e fall of Cebriones With what exceeding ease he diues as if at worke he were Within the fishie seas This man alone would furnish cheare For twentie men though t were a storme to leape out of a saile And gather oisters for them all he does it here as well And there are many such in Troy Thus iested he so neare His owne graue death and then made in to spoile the Chariotere With such a Lions force and fate as often ruining Stals of fat oxen gets at length a mortall wound to sting His soule out of that rauenous breast that was so insolent And so his lifes blisse proues his bane so deadly confident Wert thou Patroclus in pursuite of good Cebriones To whose defence now Hector leapt The opposite addresse A simile expressing Patroclus encounter and Hectors These masters of the crie in warre now made was of the kind Of two fierce kings of beasts opposd in strife about a Hind Slaine on the forehead of a hill both sharpe and hungry set And to the Currie neuer came but like two Deaths they met Nor these two entertain'd lesse mind of mutuall preiudice About the
wrong to thy grieued mind my death being set so soone And neuer suffering my returne to grace of Peleus court Nor do I wish it nor to liue in any mans resort But onely that the crying bloud for vengeance of my friend Mangl'd by Hector may be stild his foes death paying his end She weeping said That houre is neare and thy deaths houre then nie â—…etis to Achilâ—… Which in thy wish seru'd of thy foe succeedeth instantly And instantly it shall succeed he answerd since my fate Achilles to Theâ—…is Allow'd not to my will a powre to rescue ere the date Of his late slaughter my true friend Farre from his friends he died Whose wrong therein my eyes had light and right to see denied Yet now I neither light my selfe nor haue so spent my light That either this friend or the rest in numbers infinite Slaughterd by Hector I can helpe nor grace with wisht repaire To our deare country but breathe here vnprofitable aire And onely liue a lode to earth with all my stâ—…ngth though none Of all the Grecians equall it In counsell many a one Is my superiour what I haue no grace gets what I want Disgraceth all How then too soone can hastiest death supplant My 〈◊〉 curst life her instrument to my indignitie Being that blacke friend Contention whom would to God might die To gods and men and Anger too that kindles tyrannie In men most wise being much more sweete then â—…quid hony is To men of powre to satiate their watchfull enmities And like a pliant fume it spreds through all their breasts as late It stolâ—… sterne passage thorough mine which he did instigate That is our Generall But the fact so long past the effect Must vanish with it though both grieu'd nor must we still respect Our soothed humours Need now takes the rule of eithers mind And when the loser of my friend his death in me shall find Let death take all Send him ye gods I le giue him my embrace Not Hercules himselfe shund death though dearest in the grace Of Iupiter euen him Fate stoopt and Iâ—…s crueltie And if such Fate expect my life where death strikes I will lie Meane time I wish a good renowme that these deepe-brested Dames Of â—…ion and Dardania may for th'extinguisht flames Of their friends liues with both their hands wipe miserable teares From their so curiously-kept cheekes and be the officers To execute my sighs on Troy when seeing my long râ—…ate But gatherd strength and giues my charge an answerable heate They well may know t was I lay still 〈◊〉 that my being away Presented all their happinesse But any further stay Which your much loue perhaps may wish assay not to perswade All vowes are kept all prayres heard now free way for fight is made The siluer-footed Dame replide It fits thee well my sonne Thetis 〈◊〉 Achilles To keepe destruction from thy friends but those faire armes are wonne And worne by Hector that should keepe thy selfe in keeping them Though their fruition be but short a long death being neare him Whose cruell glorie they are yet by all meanes then forbeare To tread the massacres of warre till I againe appeare From Mulciber with fit new armes which when thy eye shall see The Sunne next rise shall enter here with his first beames and me Thus to her sisters of the sea she turn'd and bad them ope The doores and deepes of Nereus she in Olympus top Must visite Vulcan for new armes to serue her wreakfull sonne Thetis and thâ—… Nymphs 〈◊〉 Achillâ—… And bad informe her father so with all things further done This said they vnderwent the sea her selfe flew vp to heauen In meane space to the Hellespont and ships the Greeks were driuen In shamefull rout nor could they yet from rage of Priams sonne Secure the dead of new assaults both horse and men made on With such impression thrice the feete the hands of Hector seasd And thrice th' Aiaces thumpt him off With whose repulse displeasd He wreakt his wrath vpon the troupes then to the corse againe Made horrid turnings crying out of his repâ—…sed men And would not quit him quite for death A Lion almost steru'd Is not by vpland herdsmen driuen from vrging to be seru'd With more contention then his strength by those two of a name And had perhaps his much prâ—…sd will if th'airie-footed dame Swift Iris had not stoopt in hast Ambassadresse from heauen Iris ambassâ—…dresse to Achilles from 〈◊〉 To Peleus sonne to bid him arme her message being giuen By Iuno kept from all the gods she thus excited him Rise thou most terrible of men and saue the precious lim Of thy belou'd in whose behalfe the conflict now runnes hie Before the fleete the either host fels other mutually These to retaine those to obtaine amongst whom most of all Is Hector prompt hee 's apt to drag thy friend home he your pall Will make his shoulders his head forc't hee 'l be most famous 〈◊〉 No more lie idle set the foe a much more costly prise Of thy friends value then let dogs make him a monument Where thy name will be grauen He askt What deitie hath sent Thy presence hither She repli'd Saturnia she alone Not high Ioue knowing nor one god that doth inhabite on Snowie Olympus He againe How shall I set vpon The worke of slaughter when mine armes are worne by Priams son How will my goddesse mother grieue that bad I should not arme Till she brought armes from Mulciber But should I do such harme To her and dutie who is he but Aiax that can vant The fitting my brest with his armes and he is conuersant Amongst the first in vse of his and rampiers of the foe Slaine neare Patroclus builds to him All this said she we know And wish thou onely wouldst but show thy person to the eyes Of these hote Ilians that afraid of further enterprise The Greeks may gaine some litle breath She woo'd and he was won And straite Minerua honor'd him who Ioues shield clapt vpon His mightie shoulders and his head girt with a cloud of gold That cast beames round about his browes And as when armes enfold A citie in an I le from thence a fume at first appeares Simile Being in the day but when the Euen her cloudie forehead reares Thicke show the fires and vp they cast their splendor that men nie Seeing their distresse perhaps may set ships out to their supply So to shew such aid from his head a light rose scaling heauen And forth the wall he stept and stood nor brake the precept giuen By his great mother mixt in fight but sent abroad his voice Which Pallas farre off ecchoed who did betwixt them hoise Shrill Tumult to a toplesse height And as a voice is heard Simile With emulous affection when any towne is spher'd With siege of such a foe as kils mens minds and for the towne Makes sound his trumpet so
â—…ll vnthought Stole on him in Achilles shape who tooke him thence and brought To well-built Lemnos selling him to famous Iasons sonne From whom a guest then in his house Imbrius Eetion Redeem'd at high rate and sent home t' Ariâ—…ba whence he fled And saw againe his fathers court eleuen daies banquetted Amongst his friends the twelfth god thrust his haplesse head againe In t'hands of sterne Aeacides who now must send him slaine To Plutos Court and gainst his will Him when Achilles knew Naked of helmet shield sword lance all which for ease he thâ—…ew To earth being ouercome with sweate and labour wearying His flying knees he storm'd and said O heauen a wondrous thing Inuades mine eyes those Ilians that heretofore I slue Rise from the darke dead quicke againe this man fâ—…te makes eschew Her owne steele fingers he was sold in Lemnos and the deepe Of all Seas twixt this Troy and that that many a man doth keepe From his lou'd countrie barres not him Come then he now shall tast The head of Pelias and trie if stâ—…le will downe as fast As other fortunes or kind earth can any surer 〈◊〉 On his slie person whose strong armes haue held downe Hercules His thoughts thus mou'd while he stood firme to see if he he 〈◊〉 Lycâ—…ons feare to be seeâ—… of Achilles Would offer flight which first he thought but when he had dâ—…ride He was dâ—…scried and flight was vaine fearefull he made more nie With purpose to embrace his knees and now long'd much to flie His blacke fate and abhorred death by coming in His foe Obseru'd all this and vp he raisd his lance as he would throw And then Lycaon close ran in fell on his breast and tooke Achilles knees whose lance on earth now staid did ouerlooke His â—…il-turn'd backe with thirst to glut his sharpe point with the blood That lay so readie but that thirst Lycaons thirst withstood To saue his blood Achilles knee in his one hand he knit His other held the long lance hard and would not part with it But thus besought I kisse thy knees diuine Aeacides Respect me and my fortunes rue I now present th' accesse Lycâ—…s 〈◊〉 intercession to Achilles for his life Of a poore suppliant for thy ruth and I am one that is Worthy thy ruth ô Ioues belou'd First houre my miseries Fell into any hand t was thine I tasted all my bread By thy gift since O since that houre that thy surprisall led From forth the faire wood my sad feete farre from my lou'd allies To famous Lemnos where I found an hundred Oxens prise To make my ransome for which now I thrise the worth will raise This day makes twelue since I arriu'd in Ilion many daies Being spent before in sufferance and now a cruell fate Thrusts me againe into thy hands I should hant Ioue with hate That with such set malignitie giues thee my life againe There were but two of vs for whom Laothoe sufferd paine Laothoe old Altes seed Alte whose pallace stood In height of vpper Pedasus neare Satnius â—…iluer flood And rulde the warre-like Lelegi Whose seed as many more King Priam married and begot the godlike Polydor And me accurst thou slaughterdst him and now thy hand on me Will proue as mortall I did thinke when here I met with thee I could not scape thee yet giue eare and adde thy mind to it I told my birth to intimate though one sire did beget Yet one wombe brought not into light Hector that slue thy friend And me O do not kill me then but let the wretched end Of Polydor excuse my life For halfe our being bred Brothers to Hector he halfe paid no more is forfeited Thus su'd he humbly but he heard with this austere replie Foole vrge not ruth noâ—… price to me till that solemnitie Resolu'd on for Patroclus death pay all his rites to fate Till his death I did grace to Troy and many liues did rate At price of ransome but none now of all the brood of Troy Who euer Ioue throwes to my hands shall any breath enioy That death can beate out specially that touch at Primas race Die die my friend what teares are these what sad lookes spoile thy face Patroclus died that farre past thee nay seest thou not beside My selfe euen I a faire yong-man and rarely magnifide And to my father being a king a mother haue that sits In ranke with goddesses and yet when thou hast spent thy spirits Death and as violent a fate must ouertake euen me By twilight morne-light day high noone when euer Destinie Sets on her man to hurle a lance or knit out of his string An arrow that must reach my life This said a languishing Lycaons heart bent like his knees yet left him strength t' aduance Both hands for mercie as he kneeld His foe yet leaues his lance And forth his sword flies which he hid in furrow of a wound Driuen through the ioynture of his necke flat fell he on the ground Stretcht with deaths pangs and all the earth embrew'd with timelesse blood Then gript Aeacides his heele and to the loftie flood Flung swinging his vnpitied corse to see it swim and tosse Vp on the rough waues and said Go feed fat the fish with losse Of thy left blood they cleane will sucke thy greene wounds and this saues Thy mother teares vpon thy bed Deepe Xanthus on his waues Shall hoyse thee brauely to a tombe that in her burly breast The sea shall open where great fish may keepe thy funerall feast With thy white fat and on the waues dance at thy wedding fate Clad in blacke horror keeping close inaccessible state So perish Ilians till we plucke the browes of Ilion Downe to her feete you flying still I flying still vpon Thus in the rere and as my browes were forckt with rabid hornes The word is 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 which they translate caedens but properly signifies dissipans ut boues infestis cornibus Tosse ye together This braue flood that strengthens and adornes Your citie with his siluer gulfes to whom so many buls Your zeale hath offerd with blind zeale his sacred current guls With casting chariots and horse quicke to his prayd-for aide Shall nothing profite perish then till cruell'st Death hath laide All at the red feet of Reuenge for my slaine friend and all With whom the absence of my hands made yours a festiuall This speech great Xanthus more enrag'd and made his spirit contend For meanes to shut vp the o'pt vaine against him and defend The Troians in it from his plague In meane time Peleus sonne And now with that long lance he hid for more blood set vpon Asteropaeus the descent of Pelagon and he Of brode-stream'd Axius and the dame of first natiuitie To all the daughters that renown'd Acesamenus seed Bright Periboea whom the flood arm'd thicke with loftie reed Comprest At her grandchild now went Thetis great sonne whose foe Stood
person which sweare thou These faire and temperate termes Farre fled Achilles his browes bent and out flew this reply Hector thou onely pestilence in all mortalitie Achilles sterne reply to Hector To my sere spirits neuer set the point twixt thee and me Any conditions but as farre as men and Lions flie All termes of couenant lambes and wolues in so farre opposite state Impossible for loue t' attone stand we till our soules satiate The god of souldiers do not dreame that our disiunction can Endure condition Therefore now all worth that fits a man Call to thee all particular parts that fit a souldier And they all this include besides the skill and spirit of warre Hunger for slaughter and a hate that eates thy heart to eate Thy foes heart This stirs this supplies in death the killing heate And all this needst thou No more flight Pallas Athenia Will quickly cast thee to my lance now now together draw All griefes for vengeance both in me and all my friends late dead That bled thee raging with thy lance This said he brandished His long lance and away it sung which Hector giuing view Achilles first encounter with Hector Stoupt low stood firme foreseeing it best and quite it ouerflew Fastening on earth * Pallas Athenia drew it and gaue her friend Vnseene of Hector Hector then thus spake Thou want'st thy end God-like Achilles now I see thou hast not learn'd my fate Of Ioue at all as thy high words would brauely intimate Much tongue affects thee cunning words well serue thee to prepare Thy blowes with threats that mine might faint with want of spirit to dare But my backe neuer turnes with breath it was not borne to beare Burthens of wounds strike home before driue at my breast thy speare As mine at thine shall and trie then if heauens will fauor thee With scape of my lance O would Ioue would take it after me And make thy bosome take it all an easie end would crowne Our difficult warres were thy soule fled thou most bane of our towne Thus flew his dart toucht at the midst of his vast shield and flew Hector at Achilles A huge way from it but his heart wrath enterd with the view Of that hard scape and heauie thoughts strooke through him when he spide His brother vanisht and no lance beside left out he cride Deiphobus another lance Lance nor Deiphobus Hâ—…ctors amaze with the deceit of Pallas Stood neare his call And then his mind saw all things ominous And thus suggested Woe is me the gods haue cald and I Must meete Death here Deiphobus I well hop't had bene by With his white shield but our strong wals shield him and this deceit Flowes from Minerua now ô now ill death comes no more flight No more recouerie O Ioue this hath bene otherwise Thy bright sonne and thy selfe haue set the Greeks a greater prise Of Hectors bloud then now of which euen iealous you had care But Fate now conquers I am hers and yet not she shall share In my renowme that life is left to euery noble spirit And that some great deed shall beget that all liues shall inherit Thus forth his sword flew sharpe and broad and borâ—… a deadly weight The last encounter of Achilles and Hector With which he rusht in And looke how an Eagle from her height Stoopes to the rapture of a Lambe or cuffes a timorous Hare So fell in Hector and at him Achilles his minds â—…are Was fierce and mightie his shield cast a Sun-like radianâ—… Helme nodded and his foure plumes shooke and when he raisde his lance Vp Hesperus rose amongst th' euening starres His bright and sparliling 〈◊〉 Lookt through the body of his foe and sought through all that prise The next way to his thirsted life Of all wayes onely one Appear'd to him and thas was where th'vnequall winding bone That ioynes the shoulders and the necke had place and where there lay The speeding way to death and there his quicke eye could display The place it sought euen through those armes his friend Patrâ—…lus wore When Hector slue him There he aim'd and there his iauelin tore Sterne passage quite through Hectors necke yet mist it so his throte It gaue him powre to change some words but downe to earth it got Hâ—…ctor wounded to death His fainting bodie Then triumpht diuine Aeacides Hector said he thy heart supposde that in my friends deceasse Achilles insultation Thy life was safe my absent arme not car'd for Foole he left One at the fleete that better'd him and he it is that reâ—…t Thy strong knees thus and now the dogs and fowles in foulest vse Shall teare thee vp thy corse exposde to all the Greeks abuse He fainting said Let me implore euen by thy knees and soule Hâ—…ctors dâ—…ing request to Achilles And thy great parents do not see a crueltie so foule Inflicted on me brasse and gold receiue at any rate And quit my person that the Peeres and Ladies of our state May tombe it and to sacred fire turne thy prophane decrees Dog he replied vrge not my ruth by parents â—…oule nor knees Achillâ—… infleâ—…bilitie I would to God that any rage would let me eate 〈◊〉 raw Slic't into peeces so beyond the right of any law I tast thy merits and beleeue it flies the force of man To rescue thy head from the dogs Giue all the gold they can If ten or twentie times so much as friends would rate thy price Were tenderd here with vowes of more to buy the cruelâ—…es I here haue vow'd and after that thy father with his gold Would free thy selfe all that should faile to let â—…hy mother hold Solemnities of death with thee and do thee such a grace To mourne thy whole corse on a bed which 〈◊〉 I le deâ—…ce With fowles and dogs He dying said I kâ—…owing thâ—… well 〈◊〉 Thy now tried tyrannie nor hopâ—… for any other â—…aw Of nature or of nations and that feare fore't much more Then death my flight which neuer toucht at Hectâ—…s 〈◊〉 before Hectors prophecy of Achilles deâ—…h A soule of iron informes thee marke what 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Will giue me of thee for this rage when in the Scâ—…ri gates Phoebus and Paris meete with thee Thus deathâ—… hand 〈◊〉 his eyes His soule flying his â—…aire â—…ms to hell mourning 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 To part so with his youth and strength Thâ—… dâ—…d thus Tâ—…is sonne His prophecie answer'd Die thou now when my short thred is spunne I le beare it as the will of Ioue This said his brazen speare He drew and stucke by then his armes that all embrewed were He spoil'd his shoulders off Then all the Greeks ran in to him To see his person and admir'd his terror-stirring lim The Greeks adâ—…ration of Hectors person being slaine Yet none stood by that gaue no wound to his so goodly forme When each to other said O Ioue he is not in the
THE ILIADS OF HOMER Prince of Poets Neuer before in any languag truely translated With a ComÌ„ent vppon some of his chiefe places Donne according to the Greeke By Geo Chapman At London printed for Nathaniell Butter William Hole sculp Qui Nil molitur Ineptè TO THE HIGH BORNE PRINCE OF MEN HENRIE THRICE Royall inheritor to the vnited kingdoms of Great BRITTAINE c. SInce perfect happinesse by Princes sought Is not with birth borne nor â—…xchequers bought Nor followes in great Traines nor is possest VVith any outward State but makes him blest That gouernes inward and beholdeth theare All his affections stand about him bare That by his power can send to Towre and death All traitrous passions marshalling beneath His iustice his meere will and in his minde Holds such a scepter as can keepe confinde His whole lifes actions in the royall bounds Of Vertue and Religion and their grounds Takes-in to sow his honours his delights And complete empire You should learne these rights Great Prince of men by Princely presidents VVhich here in all kinds my true zeale presents To furnish your youths groundworke and first State And let you see one Godlike man create All sorts of worthiest men to be contriu'd In your worth onely giuing him reuiu'd For whose life Alexander would haue giuen One of his kingdomes who as sent from heauen And thinking well that so diuine a creature VVould neuer more enrich the race of Nature Kept as his Crowne his workes and thought them still His Angels in all power to rule his will And would affirme that Homers poesie Did more aduance his Asian victorie Then all his Armies O! t is wondrous much Though nothing prisde that the right vertuous touch Of a well written foule to vertue moues Nor haue we soules to purpose if their loues Of fitting obiects be not so inflam'd How much then were this kingdomes maine soule maim'd To want this great inflamer of all powers That moue in humane soules All Realmes but yours Are honor'd with him and hold blest that State That haue his workes to reade and contemplate In which Humanitie to her height is raisde VVhich all the world yet none enough hath praisde Seas earth and heauen he did in verse comprise Out-sung the Muses and did equalise Their king Apollo being so farre from cause Of Princes light thoughts that their grauest lawes May finde stuffe to be fashiond by his lines Through all the pompe of kingdomes still he shines And graceth all his gracers Then let lie Your Lutes and Viols and more loftily Make the Heroiques of your Homer sung To Drums and Trumpets set his Angels tongue And with the Princely sport of Haukes you vse Behold the kingly flight of his high Muse And see how like the Phoenix she renues Her age and starrie feathers in your sunne Thousands of yeares attending euerie one Blowing the holy fire and throwing in Their seasons kingdomes nations that haue bin Subuerted in them lawes religions all Offerd to Change and greedie Funerall Yet still your Homer lasting liuing raigning And proues how firme Truth builds in Poets faining A Princes statue or in Marble caru'd Or steele or gold and shrin'd to be presâ—…d Aloft on Pillars or Pyramides Time into lowest ruines may depresse But drawne with all his vertues in learn'd verse Fame shall resound them on Obliuions herse Till graues gaspe with her blasts and dead men rise No gold can follow where true Poesie flies Then let not this Diuinitie in earth Deare Prince be sleighted as she were the birth Of idle Fancie since she workes so hie Nor let her poore disposer Learning lie Stil bed-rid Both which being in men defac't In men with them is Gods bright image rac't For as the Sunne and Moone are figures giuen Of his refulgent Deitie in Heauen So Learning and her Lightner Poesie In earth present his fierie Maiestie Nor are Kings like him since their Diademes Thunder and lighten and proiect braue beames But since they his cleare vertues emulate In Truth and Iustice imaging his State In Bountie and Humanitie since they shine Then which is nothing like him more diuine Not Fire not Light the Sunnes admired course The Rise nor Set of Starres nor all their force In vs and all this Cope beneath the Skie Nor great Existence term'd his Treasurie Since not for being greatest he is blest But being Iust and in all vertues best VVhat sets his Iustice and his Truth best forth Best Prince then vse best which is Poesies worth For as great Princes well inform'd and deckt VVith gracious vertue giue more sure effect To her perswasions pleasures reall worth Then all th' inferiour subiects she sets forth Since there she shines at full hath birth wealth state Power fortune honor fit to eleuate Her heauenly merits and so fit they are Since she was made for them and they for her So Truth with Poesie grac't is fairer farre More proper mouing chaste and regular Then when she runnes away with vntruss't Prose Proportion that doth orderly dispose Her vertuous treasure and is Queene of Graces In Poesie decking her with choicest Phrases Figures and numbers when loose Prose puts on Plaine letter-habits makes her trot vpon Dull earthly businesse she being meere diuine Holds her to homely Cates and harsh hedge-wine That should drinke Poesies Nectar euerie way One made for other as the Sunne and Day Princes and vertues And as in a spring The plyant water mou'd with any thing Let fall into it puts her motion out In perfect circles that moue round about The gentle fountaine one another raising So Truth and Poesie worke so Poesie blazing All subiects falne in her exhaustlesse fount VVorks most exactly makes a true account Of all things to her high discharges giuen Till all be circular and round as heauen And lastly great Prince marke and pardon me As in a flourishing and ripe fruite Tree Nature hath made the barke to saue the Bole The Bole the sappe the sappe to decke the whole VVith leaues and branches they to beare and shield The vsefull fruite the fruite it selfe to yeeld Guard to the kernell and for that all those Since out of that againe the whole Tree growes So in our Tree of man whose neruie Roote Springs in his top from thence euen to his foote There runnes a mutuall aide through all his parts All ioyn'd in one to serue his Queene of Arts. The soule In which doth Poesie like the kernell lie Oscur'd though her Promethean facultie Can create men and make euen death to liue For which she should liue honor'd Kings should giue Comfort and helpe to her that she might still Hold vp their spirits in vertue make the will That gouernes in them to the power conform'd The power to iustice that the scandals storm'd Against the poore Dame clear'd by your faire Grace Your Grace may shine the clearer Her low place Not shewing her the highest leaues obscure VVho raise her raise themselues and he sits
of commixed seed a goddesse with a man The catalogue of other captaines Anchises with the Queene of loue the troopes Dardanian Dardans and Aeneas their captainâ—… Led to the field his louely Sire in Idas lower shade Begat him of sweet Cypridis he solely was not made Chiefe leader of the Dardan powers Antenors valiant sonnes Archilochus and Acamas were ioyn'd companions Archilocâ—…s Acamas Who in Zelia dwelt beneath the sacred foote of Ide That drinke of blacke Aesepus streame and wealth made full of pride The Aphnij Lycaons sonne whom Phoebus gaue his bow The Aphnij Pandarus their leader Prince Pandarus did leade to field Who Adrestinus owe Apesus citie Pitai and mount Tereies Adrestus and stout Amphius led who did their Sire displease Adrestians Their Chiefe Adrestus and Amphius Merops Percosius that exceld all Troy in heauenly skill Of futures-searching prophesie for much against his will His sonnes were agents in those armes whom since they disobeyd The Fates in letting slip their threds their hastie valures staid Who in Percotes Practius Arisbe did abide Percosians Sâ—…stians Abidens 〈◊〉 led by Asius Who Sestus and Abidus bred Hyrtacides did guide Prince Asius Hyrtacides that through great Selees force Brought from Arisba to that fight the great and fierie horse Pyleus and Hypothous the stout Pelasgians led The Pelasgians Their chiefe 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 Of them Larissas fruitfull soyle before had nourished These were Pelasgian Pithus sonnes sonne of Teutamidas The Thracian guides were Pyrous and valiant Acamas The Thracians Of all that the impetuous flood of Hellespont enclosd Their chiefe Pyrous 〈◊〉 Euphemus the Ciconian troopes in his command disposd Euphemus Capt. of the Ciconians Who from Trezenius Ceades right nobly did descend Pyrechmes did the Peons rule that crooked bowes do bend Pyrechmâ—…s Commander of the 〈◊〉 From Axius out of Amidon he had them in command From Axius whose most beautious streame still 〈◊〉 the land Pylemen with the well arm'd heart the Paphlagonians led PylemeÌ„ captain of the Paphlagonians From Enes where the race of mules fit for the plough is bred The men that broad Cytorus bounds and Sesamus enfold About Parthenius loftie floud in houses much extold From Cromna and Aegialus the men that armes did beare And Eurithymus situate high Pylemens soldiers were Epistrophus and Dius did the Halizonians guide 〈◊〉 their captaine Epistrophus and Dius Far-fetcht from Alybe where first the siluer mines were tride Chronius and Augur Eunomus the Mysians did command Who could not with his auguries the strength of death withstand The Mysians Eunomus and Câ—…ronius But suffred it beneath the stroke of great Aeacides In Xanthus where he made more soules diue to the Stygian seas Phorcys and faire Ascanius the Phrygians brought to warre The 〈◊〉 Their Chiefes Phorcis and 〈◊〉 Well train'd for battell and were come out of Ascania farre With Methles and with Antiphus Pylemens sonnes did fight The men of Mezon whom the fenne Gygaea brought to light And those Maeonians that beneath the mountaine Tmolus sprong The 〈◊〉 Antiphus and Methles captaines The rude vnletterd Caribae that barbarous were of tongue Did vnder Naustes colours march and young Amphimachus Nomyons famous sonnes to whom the mountaine Phthirorus The 〈◊〉 and Milesians led by Amphimacus and Naustes That with the famous wood is crown'd Miletus Micales That hath so many loftie markes for men that loue the seas The crooked armes Meander bow'd with his so snakie flood Resign'd for conduct the choice youth of all their martiall brood The foole Amphimachus to field brought gold to be his wracke Proude-giâ—…lelike that doth euer beare her dowre vpon her backe Which wise Achilles markt slue him and tooke his gold in strife At Xanthus floud so little death did feare his golden life The Lycians whose Commanders were Sarpe don 〈◊〉 Sarpedon led the Lycians and Glaucus vnreprou'd From Lycia and the gulfie flood of Xanthus farre remou'd COMMENT ARIVS a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 c. Sicut examina prodeunt apum frequentium c. In thu Simile Virgil vsing the like in imitation is preferd to Homer with what reason I pray you see Their ends are different Homer intending to expresse the infinite multitude of souldiers euerie where dispersing Virgil the diligence of builders Virgils Simile is this 1. Aeneid Qualis apes aestate noua per florea rura Exercet sub sole labor cum gentis adultos Educunt foetus aut cum liquentia mella Stipant dulci distendunt Nectare cellas Aut onera accipiunt venientum aut agmine facto Ignauum fucos pecus à praesepibus arcent Feruet opus redolent thymo fragrantia mella Now compare this with Homers but in my translation and iudge if to both their ends there be any such betternesse in Virgils but that the reuerence of the scholler due to the maister euen in these his maligners might well haue containd their lame censures of the Poeticall furie from these vnmannerlie and hatefull comparisons Especially since Virgil hath nothing of his owne but onely elocution his inuention matter and forme being all Homers which laid by a man that which he addeth is onelie the worke of a woman to netifie and polish Nor do I alas but the formost ranke of the most ancient and best learned that euer were come to the field for Homer hiding all other Poets vnder his ensigne hate not me then but them to whom before my booke I referre you But much the rather I insist on the sormer Simile for the word 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 cateruatim or confertim which is noted by Spondanus to containe all the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 reddition or application of the comparison and is nothing so For though it be all the reddition Homer expresseth yet he intends two speciall parts in the application more which he leaues to his iudicial readers vnderstanding as he doth in all his other Similes since a man may peruially or as he passeth discerne all that is to be vnderstood And here besides the throngs of souldiers exprest in the swarmes of Bees he intimates the infinite number in those throngs or companies issuing from fleete so ceaslesly that there appeared almost no end of their issue and thirdly the euerie where dispersing themselues But Spondanus would excuse Homer for expressing no more of his application with affirming it impossible that the thing compared and the comparison should answer in all parts and therefore alledges the vulgar vnderstanding of a Simile which is as grosse as it is vulgar that a similitude must vno pede semper claudicare His reason for it as absurd as the rest which is this si ea inter se omnino respoÌ„derent falleret illud axioma nullum simile est idem as though the generall application of the compared and the comparison would make them any thing more the same or all
one that was my brother in law when I contain'd my bloud And was more worthy if at all I might be saâ—…d to be My Being being lost so soone in all that honour'd me The good old King admir'd and said O 〈◊〉 blessed sonne 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Borne under joyfull destinies that hast the Empire wonne Of such a world of Grecian youths as I discover here I once marcht into Phrygia that many vines doth beare Where many Phrygians â—… beheld well skild in use of horse That of the two men like two gods were the commanded force Otroeus and great Migdonus who on Sangarius sands Set downe their tents with whom my selfe for my 〈◊〉 bands Was numbred as a man in chiefe the cause of warre 〈◊〉 then Th' Amazon dames that in their facts affected to be men In all there was a mighty powre which yet did never rise To equall these Achaian youths that have the sable eyes Then seeing Vlysses next he said Lov'd daughter what is he That lower then great Atreus sonne seemes by the head to me Yet in his shoulders and big breast presents a broader show His armor lyes upon the earth he up and downe doth go To see his soulders keepe their rankes and ready have their armes If in this truce they should be tried by any false alarmes Much like a well growne Bel-weather or feltred Ram he shewes That walkes before a wealthy flocke of faire white fleeced Ewes High Iove and Ledas fairest seed to Priam thus replies This is the old Laertes sonne Vlysses cald the wise Vlysses dâ—…scribed Who though unfruitfull Ithaca was made his nursing seate Yet knowes he every sort of sleight and is in counsels great The wise Antenor answerd her t is true renowned Dame Aâ—…tenor to Hellen by way of digression For some times past wise Itâ—…acus to Troy a Legate came With Menelaus for your cause to whom I gave receit As guests and welcom'd to my house with all the love I might I learn'd the wisedomes of their soules and humors of their bloud For when the Troian Councell met and these together stood By height of his broad shoulders had Atrides eminence Yet set Vlysses did exceed and bred more reverence And when their counsels and their words they wove in one the speech Of Atreus sonne was passing loud small fast yet did not reach To much being naturally borne Laconicall nor would His humour lyc for any thing or was like th' other old But when the prudent Ithacus did to his counsels rise He stood a little still and fixt upon the earth his eyes His scepter moving neither way but held it formally Like one that vainely doth affect Of wrathfull qualitie And franticke rashly iudging him you would have said he was But when out of his ample breast he gave his great voyce passe And words that flew about our eares like drifts of winters snow Ulysses wisedome 〈◊〉 illustrated by similitude None thenceforth might contend with him though nought admird for show The third man aged Priam markt was Aiax Telamâ—… Of whom he askt What Lord is that so large of limme and bone So raisd in height that to his breast I see there reacheth none To him the Goddesse of her sexe the large veild Hellen said Aiâ—…x Telamon the Grecian bulwarke That Lord is Aiax Telamon a Bulwarke in their aide On th' other side stands Idomen in Crete of most command And round about his royall sides his Cretane Captaines stand Idâ—…menus 〈◊〉 of 〈◊〉 Oft hath the warlike Spartan King given hospitable due To him within our Lacene court and all his retinue And now the other Achive Dukes I generally discerne All which I know and all their names could make thee quickly learne Two Princes of the people yet I no where can behold Castor the skilfull Knight on horse and Pollux uncontrold Castor and Pollux brothers to Hellen. For all stand-fights and force of hand both at a burthen bred My naturall brothers either here they have not followed From lovely Sparta or arriv'd within the sea-borne fleet In feare of infamie for me in broad field shame to meet Nor so for holy Tellus wombe inclosd those worthy men The hâ—…ralds propare for the compact In Sparta their beloued soyle The voicefull heralds then The firme agreement of the Gods through all the citie ring Two lambs and spirit-refreshing wine the fruit of earth they bring Within a Goates-kin bottle closd Ideus also brought A massie glittering boll and cups that all of gold were wrought Ideus to Priamus Which bearing to the king they cride Sonne of Laomedon Rise for the wel-rode Peeres of Troy and brasse-arm'd Greekes in one Send to thee to descend to field that they firme vowes may make For Paris and the Spartan king must fight for Hellens sake With long arm'd lances and the man that proues victorious The woman and the wealth she brought shall follow to his house The rest knit friendship and firme leagues we safe in Troy shall dwell In Argos and Achaia they that do in dames excell He said and Priams aged ioints with chilled feare did shake Yet instantly he bad his men his chariot readie make Which soone they did and he ascends he takes the reines and guide Antenor cals who instantly mounts to his royall side And through the Scaean ports to field the swift-foote horse they driue And when at them of Troy and Greece the aged Lords arriue From horse on Troyes well feeding soyle twixt both the hosts they go When straight vp rose the king of men vp rose Vlysses to The heralds in their richest cotes repeate as was the guise The true vowes of the Gods term'd theirs since made before their eyes Then in a cup of gold they mixe the wine that each side brings And next powre water on the hands of both the kings of kings Which done Atrides drew his knife that euermore he put Within the large sheath of his sword with which away he cut The wooll from both fronts of the lambs which as a rite in vse Of execration to their heads that brake the plighted truce The heralds of both hosts did giue the Peeres of both And then With hands and voice aduanc't to heauen thus prayd the â—…ing of men O Ioue that Ida dost protect and hast the titles wonne Agamemnon himselfe prayes Most glorious most inuincible And thou all-seeing Sunne All-hearing all-recomforting floods earth and powers beneath That all the periuries of men chastise euen after death Be witnesse and see perform'd the heartie vowes we make If Alexander shall the life of Menelaus take He shall from henceforth Hellena with all her wealth retaine And we will to our houshold Gods hoyse saile and home againe If by my honourd brothers hand be Alexander slaine The Troians then shall his forc't Queene with all her wealth restore And pay conuenient fine to vs and ours for euermore If Priam and his sonnes denie to
pay this thus agreed When Alexander shall be slaine for that perfidious deed And for the fine will I fight here till deaâ—…ely they repay By death and ruine the amends that falshood keepes away This said the throtes of both the lambs cut with his royall knife The câ—…tract is 〈◊〉 He laid them panting on the earth till quite depriu'd of life The steele had robd them of their strength Then golden cups they cround With wine out of a cisterne drawne which powr'd vpon the ground They fell vpon their humble knees to all the deities And thus pray'd one of both the hosts that might do sacrifice O Iupiter most high most great and all the deathlesse powers Now one praies whose office was to do sacrifice Who first shall dare to violate the late sworne oaths of ours So let the bloods and braines of them and all they shall produce Flow on the staind face of the earth as now this sacrediuice And let their wiues with bastardiâ—…e brand all their future race Thus praid they but with wisht effects their prayrs Ioue did not grace When Priam said Lords of both hoasts I can no longer stay Priam to both hosts To see my lou'd sonne trie his life and so must take my way To winde-exposed Ilion Ioue yet and heauens high States Know onely which of these must now pay tribute to the Fates Thus putting in his coach the lambs he mounts and reines his horse Priâ—… and Antenor returnâ—… to Troy Antenor to him and to Troy both take their speedie course Then Hector Priams Martiall sonne stept forth and met the ground With wise Vlysses where the blowes of combat must resound Heâ—…or and Vlysses measure the ground for the combat Which done into a helme they put two lots to let them know Which of the combattants should first his brasse-pil'd iaueline throw When all the people standing by with hands held vp to heauen Pray'd Ioue the conquest might not be by force or fortune giuen But that the man who was in right the author of most wrong Might feele his iustice and no more these tedious warres prolong But sinking to the house of death leaue them as long before Linkt fast in leagues of amitie that might dissolue no more Then Hector shooke the helme that held the equall doomes of chance Hector shakes the helâ—…e and Parâ—… draws the lot to 〈◊〉 first Look't backe and drew and Paris first had lot to huâ—…le his lance The souldiers all sat downe enrank't each by his armes and horse That then lay downe and cool'd their hoofes And now th'allotted course Bids faire-haird Hâ—…lens husband arme who first makes fast his greaues He armes With siluer buckles to his legs then on his breast receiues The curets that Lycaon wore his brother but made fit For his faire bodie next his sword he tooke and fastned it All damaskt vnderneath his arme his shield then graue and great His shoulders wore and on his head his glorious helme he set Topt with a plume of horses haire that horribly did dance And seem'd to threaten as he mou'd At last he takes his lance Exceeding big and full of weight which he with ease could vse In like sort Spartas warlike king himselfe with armes indues 〈◊〉 arms Thus arm'd at either armie both they both stood brauely in Possessing both hosts with amaze they came so chin to chin And with such horrible aspects each other did salute A faire large field was made for them where wraths for hugenesse muâ—…e And mutuall made them mutually at either shake their darts Before they threw then Paris first with his long iaueline parts The coâ—…at It smote Atrides orbie Targe but ranne not through the brâ—… For in it arming well the shield the head reflected 〈◊〉 Then did the second combattant applie him to his speare Which ere he threw he thus besought almightie Iupiter 〈◊〉 prayeth to 〈◊〉 O Ioue vouchsafe me now reuenge and that my enemie For doing wrong so vndeseru'd may pay deseruedly The paines he forfeited and let these hands inflict those paines By conquering I by conquering dead him on whom life complaines That any now or any one of all the brood of men To liue hereafter may with feare from all offence abstaine Much more from all such foule offence to him that was his host And entertain'd him as the man whom he affected most This said he shooke and threw his lance which strooke through Paris shield And with the strength he gaue to it it made the curets yeeld His coate of Maile his breast and all and draue his intrailes in In that low region where the guts in three small parts begin Yet he in bowing of his breast preuented sable death This taint he follow'd with his sword drawne from a siluer sheath Which lifting high he strooke his helme full where his plume did stand 〈◊〉 sword breaketh On which it peece-meale brake and fell from his vnhappie hand At which he sighing stood and star'd vpon the ample skie And said O Ioue there is no God giuen more illiberally Menelaus 〈◊〉 Iupiter To those that serue thee then thy selfe why haue I pray'd in vaine I hop't my hand should haue reueng'd the wrongs I still sustaine On him that did them and still dares their foule defence pursue And now my lance hath mist his end my sword in shiuers flew And he scapes all With this againe he rusht vpon his guest And caught him by the horse-haire plume that dangl'd on his crest With thought to drag him to the Greekes which he had surely done And so besides the victorie had wondrous glorie wonne Because the needle-painted lace with which his helme was tied Beneath his chin and so about his daintie throte implyed Had strangl'd him but that in time the Cyprian seed of Ioue Did breake the string with which was lin'd that which the needle woue And was the tough thong of a Steere and so the victors palme Was for so full a man at armes onely an emptie helme That then he swong about his head and cast among his friends Who scrambled and took 't vp with shouâ—…s Againe then he intends To force the life blood of his foe and ranne on him amaine With shaken iaueline when the Queene that louers loues againe Venus rapture of Paris from Menelauâ—… Attended and now rauisht him from that encounter quite With ease and wondrous sodainly for she a Goddesse might She hid him in a cloud of gold and neuer made him knowne This place Virgil 〈◊〉 Till in his chamber fresh and sweet she gently set him downe And went for Hellen whom she found in Scaeas vtmost height To which whole swarmes of citie Dames had climb'd to see the sight To giue her errand good successe she tooke on her the shape 〈◊〉 like 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 Ofbeldame Graea who was brought by Hellen in her rape From Lacedaemon and had trust in all her secrets
foule disgrace Lodg'd ambuscados for their foe in some well chosen place By which he was to make returne Twise fiue and twentie men And two of them great captaines too the ambush did containe The names of those two men of rule were Mâ—…on Hâ—…mons sonne And Lycophontes Keepe-field cald the heire of Autophon By all men honord like the Gods yet these and all their friends Were sent to hell by Tydeus hand and had vntimely ends He trusting to the aid of Gods reueald by Augurie Obeying which one Chiefe he sau'd and did his life apply To be the heauie messenger of all the others deaths And that sad message with his life to Maeon he bequeaths So braue a knight was Tydeus of whom a sonne is sprong Inferiour farre in martiall deeds though higher in his tongue All this Tydides silent heard aw'd by the reuerend king Which stung hote Sthenelus with wrath who thus put forth his sting Atrides when thou know'st the truth speake what thy knowledge is And do not lie so for I know and I will bragge in this Sthenelus rough speech to Agamemnon That we are farre more able men then both our fathers were We tooke the seuen-fold ported Thebes when yet we had not there So great helpe as our fathers had and fought beneath a wall Sacred to Mars by helpe of Ioue and trusting to the fall Of happie signes from other Gods by whom we tooke the towne Vntoucht our fathers perishing there by sollies of their owne And therefore neuer more compare our fathers worth with ours Tydides frownd at this and said Suppresse thine angers pow'rs Good friend and heare why I refrain'd thou seest I am not mou'd Diomed rebukâ—…s Stheneâ—…s Against our Generall since he did but what his place behou'd Admonishing all Greekes to fight for if Troy proue our prise The honor and the ioy is his If here our ruine lies The shame and griefe for that as muâ—…h is his in greatest kinds As he then his charge weigh we ours which is our dantlesse minds Thus from his chariot amply arm'd he iumpt downe to the ground The armor of the angrie king so horribly did sound It might haue made his brauest foe let feare take downe his braues And as when with the West-wind flawes the sea thrusts vp her waues Simile One after other thicke and high vpon the groning shores First in her selfe lowd but opposd with banks and Rocks she â—…ores And all her backe in bristles set spits euerie way her some So after Diomed instantly the field was ouercome With thicke impressions of the Greekes and all the noise that grew The silence of the Greeke fight Ordring and chearing vp their men from onely leaders flew The rest went silently away you could not heare a voice Nor would haue thought in all their breasts they had one in their choice Their silence vttering their awe of them that them contrould Which made ech man keep bright his arms march fight still where he should The Troians like a sort of Ewes pend in a rich mans fold The Troians coÌ„pared to Ewâ—…s Close at his dore till all be milkt and neuer baaing hold Hearing the bleating of their lambs did all their wide host fill With showts and clamors nor obseru'd one voice one baaing still But shew'd mixt tongs from many a land of men cald to their aid Rude Mars had th'ordring of their spirits of Greeks the learned Maid Mars for the Troians Pallas for the Greekes But Terror follow'd both the hosts and flight and furious Strife The sister and the mate of Mars that spoile of humane life Discord the sistâ—…r of Marâ—… And neuer is her rage at rest at first she is but small Yet after but a little fed she growes so vast and tall Virgil the same of â—…ame That while her feet moue here in earth her forhead is in heauen And this was she that made euen then both hosts so deadly giuen Through euery troope she stalkt and stird rough sighes vp as she went But when in one field both the foes her furie did content And both came vnder reach of darts then darts and shields opposd To darts and shields strength answerd strength then swords and targets closd With swords and targets both with pikes and then did tumult rise Vp to her height then conquerors boasts mixt with the conquerds cries Earth flow'd with blood And as from hils raine waters headlong fall That all waies eate huge Ruts which met in one bed fill a vall With such a confluence of streames that on the mountaine grounds Farre off in frighted shepheards eares the bustling noise rebounds So grew their conflicts and so shew'd their scuffling to the eare With flight and clamor still commixt and all effects of feare And first renowm'd Antilochus slew fighting in the face Antilocâ—…us slue 〈◊〉 Of all Achaias formost bands with an vndanted grace Echepolus Thalysiades he was an armed man Whom on his haire-plum'd helmets crest the dart first smote then ran Into his forehead and there stucke the steele pile making way Quite through his skull a hastie night shut vp his latest day His fall was like a fight-rac't towre like which lying their dispred King Elephenor who was sonne to Chalcodon and led The valiant Abants couetous that he might first possesse His armes laid hands vpon his feet hal'd him from the preasse Of darts and Iauelins hurld at him The action of the king Elephenor drawing of the body of Echepolus is slaine by Agenor When great in heart Agenor saw he made his Iaueline sing To th 'others labor and along as he the trunke did wrest His side at which he bore his shield in bowing of his breast Lay naked and receiu'd the lance that made him lose his hold And life together which in hope of that he lost he sold. But for his sake the fight grew fierce the Troians and their foe Like wolues on one another rusht and maâ—… for man it goes The next of name that seru'd his fate great Aiax Telamoâ—… 〈◊〉 slaies Siâ—… Preferd so sadly he was heire to old Anthemion And deckt with all the flowre of youth the fruit of which yet fled Before the honourd nuptiall torch could light him to his bed His name was Symoisius For some few yeares before His mother walking downe the hill of Ida by the shore Of Syluer Symois to see her parents â—…locks with them She feeling sodainely the paines of child-birth by the streame Of that bright riuer brought him forth and so of Symois They cald him Symoisius Sweet was that birth of his To his kind parents and his growth did all their care employ And yet those rites of pietie that should haue bene his ioy To pay their honourd yeares againe in as affectionate sort He could not graciously performe his sweet life was so short Cut off with mightie Aiax lance For as his spirit put on He strooke him at his breasts right
the warre-God out of act Who rag'd so on the Ilion side she grip't his hand and said Mars Mars thou ruinor of men that in the dust hast laid Pallas to Mars So many cities and with blood thy Godhead dost disteine Now shall we ceasse to shew our breasts as passionate as men And leaue the mixture of our hands resigning Ioue his right As rector of the Gods to giue the glorie of the fight Where he affecteth lest he force what we should freely yeeld He held it fit and went with her from the tumultuous field Who set him in an hearby seate on brode Scamanders shore Mars leaues the field and Troy flies He gone all Troy was gone with him the Greekes draue all before And euerie Leader slue a man but first the king of men Deseru'd the honor of his name and led the slaughter then Agamemnon 〈◊〉 Odius And slue a Leader one more huge then any man he led Great Odius Duke of Halizons quite from his chariots head He strooke him with a lance to earth as first he flight addrest It tooke his forward-turned backe and lookt out of his breast His huge trunke sounded and his armes did eccho the resound Idomenaeus to the death did noble Phaestus wound Idomenaeus slaies Phaestus The sonne of Maeon Borus that from cloddie Terna came Who taking chariot tooke his wound and tumbl'd with the same From his attempted seate the lance through his right shoulder strooke And horrid darknesse strooke through him the spoile his souldiers tooke Atrides-Menelaus slue as he before him fled Menelaus slaies Scamandrius Scamandrius sonne of Strophius that was a huntsman bred A skilfull huntsman for his skill Dianas selfe did teach And made him able with his dart infallibly to reach All sorts of subtlest sauages which many a wooddie hill Bred for him and he much preseru'd and all to shew his skill Yet not the dart-delighting Queene taught him to shun this dart Nor all his hitting so farre off the mastrie of his art His backe receiu'd it and he fell vpon his breast withall His bodies ruine and his armes so sounded in his fall That his affrighted horse flew off and left him like his life Meriones â—…lue Phereclus whom she that nere was wife Meriones â—…lue Phereclus an excellent Architect Yet Goddesse of good housewiues held in excellent respect For knowing all the wittie things that grace an Architect And hauing pow'r to giue it all the cunning vse of hand Harmonides his sire built ships and made him vnderstand With all the practise it requir'd the frame of all that skill He built all Alexanders ships that auâ—…hord all the ill Of all the Troians and his owne because he did not know The Oracles aduising Troy for feare of ouerthrow To meddle with no sea affaire but liue by tilling land This man Meriones surprisd and draue his deadly hand Through his right hip the lances head ran through the region About the bladder vnderneath th'in-muscles and the bone He sighing bow'd his knees to death and sacrific'd to earth Phylides staid Pedaeus flight Antenors bastard birth Pedaeus slain by Phylides Whom vertuous Theano his wife to please her husband kept As tenderly as those she lou'd Phylides neare him stept And in the fountaine of the nerues did drench his feruent lance At his heads backe-part and so farre the sharpe head did aduance It cleft the Organe of his speech and th'Iron cold as death He tooke betwixt his grinning teeth and gaue the aire his breath Eurypilus slaiâ—…s Hypsenor Eurypilus the much renowm'd and great Euemons sonne Diuine Hypsenor slue begot by stout Dolopion And consecrate Scamanders Priest he had a Gods regard Amongst the people his hard flight the Grecian followed hard Rusht in so close that with his sword he on his shoulder laid A blow that his armes brawne cut off nor there his vigor staid But draue downe and from off his wrist it hewd his holy hand That gusht out blood and downe it dropt vpon the blushing sand Death with his purple finger shut and violent fate his eyes Thus fought these but distinguisht well Tydides so implies His furie that you could not know whose side had interest Diomed compared to a torrent In his free labours Greece or Troy But as a flood increast By violent and sodaine showres let downe from hils like hils Melted in furie swels and fomes and so he ouerfils His naturall channell that besides both hedge and bridge resignes To his rough confluence farre spread and lustie flourishing vines Drownd in his outrage Tydeus sonne so ouer-ran the field Strew'd such as flourisht in his way and made whole squadrons yeeld When Pandarus Lycaons sonne beheld his ruining hand With such resistlesse insolence make lanes through euerie band He bent his gold-tipt bow of horne and shot him rushing in Pandarus wounds Diomed At his right shoulder where his armes were hollow foorth did spin The blood and downe his curets ranne then Pandarus cried out Ranke riding Troians Now rush in Now now I make no doubt Our brauest foe is markt for death he cannot long sustaine My violent shaft if Ioues faire Sonne did worthily constraine My foot from Lycia thus he brau'd and yet his violent shaâ—…t Strooke short with all his violence Tydides life was saft Who yet withdrew himselfe behind his chariot and steeds And cald to Sthenelus Come friend my wounded shoulder needs Thy hand to ease it of this shaft He hasted from his seate Before the coach and drew the shaft the purple wound did sweate And drowne his shirt of male in blood and as it bled he praid Heare me of Ioue Aegiochus thou most vnconquerd maid Diomeds prayer to Pallâ—… If euer in the cruell field thou hast assistfull stood Or to my father or my selfe now loue and do me good Giue him into my lances reach that thus hath giuen a wound To him thou guardst preuenting me and brags that neuer more I shall behold the chearefull Sunne thus did the king implore The Goddesse heard came neare and tooke the wearinesse of fight From all his nerues and lineaments and made them fresh and light Pallas encour ageth Diomed. And said Be bold ô Diomed in euerie combat shine The great shield-shaker Tydeus strength that knight that Sire of thine By my infusion breaths in thee And from thy knowing mind I haue remou'd those erring mists that made it lately blind That thou maist difference Gods from men and therefore vse thy skill Against the tempting Deities if any haue a will To trie if thou presum'st of that as thine that flowes from them And so assum'st aboue thy right Where thou discern'st a beame Of any other heauenly power then she that rules in loue That cals thee to the change of blowes resist not but remoue But if that Goddesse be so bold since she first stird this warre Assault and marke her from the rest with some infamous
fames the brood Of great Anchises and the Queene that rules in Amorous blood Aeneas excellent in armes come vp and vse your steeds And looke not warre so in the face lest that desire that feeds Thy great mind be the bane of it This did with anger sting The blood of Diomed to see his friend that chid the king Before the fight and then preferd his ablesse and his mind To all his ancestors in fight now come so farre behind Diomed now finds time to make Sthenelus see better his late rebuke of memâ—…on Whom thus he answerd Vrge no flight you cannot please me so Nor is it honest in my mind to feare a coming foe Or make a flight good though with fight my powers are yet entire And scorne the help-tire of a horse I will not blow the fire Of their hoâ—…e valours with my flight but cast vpon the blaze This body borne vpon my knees I entertaine amaze Minerua will not see that shame and since they haue begun They shall not both elect their ends and he that scapes shall runne Or stay and take the others fate and this I leaue for thee If amply wise Athenia giue both their liues to me Reine our horse to their chariot hard and haue a speciall heed To seise vpon Aeneas steeds that we may change their breed And make a Grecian race of them that haue bene long of Troy For these are bred of those braue beasts which for the louely Boy That waits now on the cup of Ioue Ioue that farre-seeing God Gaue Tros the king in recompence the best that euer trod The sounding Center vnderneath the Morning and the Sunne Anchises stole the breed of them for where their Sires did runne He closely put his Mares to them and neuer made it knowne To him that heird them who was then the king Laomedon Sixe horses had he of that race of which himselfe kept foure And gaue the other two his sonne and these are they that scoure The field so brauely towards vs expert in charge and flight If these we haue the power to take our prize is exquisite And our renowne will farre exceed While these were talking thus The fir'd horse brought th' assailants neare and thus spake Pandarus Pandarus to Diomed. Most suffering-minded Tydeus sonne that hast of warre the art My shaft that strooke thee slue thee not I now will proue a dart This said he shooke and then he threw a lance aloft and large That in Tydides curets stucke quite driuing through his targe Then braid he out so wild a voice that all the field might heare Now haue I reacht thy root of life and by thy death shall beare Our praises chiefe prize from the field Tydides vndismaid Replide Thou err'st I am not toucht but more charge will be laid To both your liues before you part at least the life of one Shall satiate the throate of Mars this said his lance was gone Minerua led it to his face which at his eye ranne in And as he stoopt strooke through his iawes his tongs roote and his chinne Diomed slaies Pandarus Downe from the chariot he fell his gay armes shin'd and rung The swift horse trembled and his soule for euer charm'd his tongue Aeneas with his shield and lance leapt swiftly to his friend Affraid the Greekes would force his trunke and that he did defend Bold as a Lyon of his strength he hid him with his shield Shooke round his lance and horribly did threaten all the field With death if any durst make in Tydides raisd a stone With his one hand of wondrous weight and powr'd it mainly on The hip of Anchisiades wherein the ioynt doth moue Aeneas being sonne to Anchises The thigh t is cald the huckle bone which all in sherds it droue Brake both the nerues and with the edge cut all the flesh away It staggerd him vpon his knees and made th' Heroe stay His strooke-blind temples on his hand his elbow on the earth And there this Prince of men had died if she that gaue him birth Kist by Anchises on the greene where his faire oxen fed Ioues louing daughter instantly had not about him spred Her soft embraces and conuaid within her heauenly vaile Venus takes off Aeneas being wounded Vsd as a rampier gainst all darts that did so hote assaile Her deare-lou'd issue from the field Then Sthenelus in hast Remembring what his friend aduisd from forth the preasse made fast His owne horse to their chariot and presently laid hand Vpon the louely-coated horse Aeneas did command The horse of Aeneas made prise Which bringing to the wondring Greekes he did their guard commend To his belou'd Deiphylus who was his inward friend And of his equals one to whom he had most honor showne That he might see them safe at fleete then stept he to his owne With which he chearefully made in to Tydeus mightie race He madde with his great enemies rape was hote in desperate chase Of her that made it with his lance arm'd lesse with steele then spight Well knowing her no Deitie that had to do in fight Minerua his great patronesse nor she that raceth townes Bellona but a Goddesse weake and foe to mens renownes Her through a world of fight pursude at last he ouer-tooke And thrusting vp his ruthlesse lance her heauenly veile he strooke That euen the Graces wrought themselues at her diuine command Diomed wounds Venus Quite through and hurt the tender backe of her delicious hand The rude point piercing through her palme forth flow'd th' immortall blood Blood such as flowes in blessed Gods that eate no humane food Nor drinke of our inflaming wine and therefore bloodlesse are And cald immortals out she cried and could no longer beare Her lou'd sonne whom she cast from her and in a sable clowd Venus for anguish throweth away Aeneas whom Apollo receiues Phoebus receiuing hid him close from all the Grecian crowd Lest some of them should find his death Away flew Venus then And after her cried Diomed Away thou spoile of men Though sprung from all-preseruing Ioue These hote encounters leaue Diomed to Venus Is' t not enough that sillie Dames thy sorceries should deceiue Vnlesse thou thrust into the warre and rob a souldiers right I thinke a few of these assaults will make thee feare the fight Where euer thou shalt heare it nam'd She sighing went her way Extremely grieu'd and with her griefes her beauties did decay And blacke her Iuorie bodie grew Then from a dewy mist Iris rescues Venus Brake swift-foot Iris to her aide from all the darts that hist At her quicke rapture and to Mars they tooke their plaintife course And found him on the fights left hand by him his speedie horse And huge lance lying in a fogge the Queene of all things faire Venus to Mars Her loued brother on her knees besought with instant prayre 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 His
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Sadly he went and sate by Ioue shew'd his immortall blood That from a mortall-man-made-wound powrd such an impious flood And weeping powr'd out these complaints O Father stormst thou not Mars to Iupiteâ—… To see vs take these wrongs from men extreme griefes we haue got Euen by our owne deepe counsels held for gratifying them And thou our Councels President conclud'st in this extreme Of fighting euer being ruld by one that thou hast bred One neuer well but doing ill a girle so full of head That though all other Gods obey her mad moods must command By thy indulgence nor by word nor any touch of hand Correcting her thy reason is she is a sparke of thee And therefore she may kindle rage in men gainst Gods and she May make men hurt Gods and those Gods that are besides thy seed First in the palms height Cyprides then runs the impious deed On my hurt person and could life giue way to death in me Or had my feete not fetcht me off heaps of mortalitie Had kept me consort Iupiter with a contracted brow Thus answerd Mars Thou many minds inconstant changling thou Iupiter to Mars Sit not complaining thus by me whom most of all the Gods Inhabiting the starrie hill I hate no periods Being set to thy contentions brawles fights and pitching fields Iust of thy mother Iunos moods stiffe-neckt and neuer yeelds Though I correct her still and chide nor can forbeare offence Though to her sonne this wound I know tasts of her insolence But I will proue more naturall thou shalt be cur'd because Thou com'st of me but hadst thou bene so crosse to sacred lawes Being borne to any other God thou hadst bene throwne from heauen Long since as low as Tartarus beneath the Giants driuen This said he gaue his wound in charge to Pâ—…on who applied Such soueraigne medicines that as soone the paine was qualified And he recur'd as nourishing milke when runnet is put in Runs all in heapes of tough thicke curd though in his nature thin Euen so soone his wounds parted sides ran close in his recure For he all deathlesse could not long the parts of death endure Then Hebe bath'd and put on him fresh garments and he sate Hebe attires Mars Exulting by his Sire againe in top of all his state So hauing from the spoiles of men made his desir'd remoue Iuno and Pallas reascend the starrie Court of Ioue The end of the fifth Booke THE SIXTH BOOKE OF HOMERS ILIADS. THE ARGVMENT THe Gods now leauing an indifferent field The Greekes preuaile the slaughterd Troiâ—…ns yeeld Hector by Hellenus aduice retires In haste to Troy and Hecuba desires To pray Minerua to remoue from fight The soâ—…ne of Tydeus her affected knight And vow to her for fauour of such price Twelue Oxen should be Sâ—…aine in sacrifice In meane space Glaucus and Tydides 〈◊〉 And either other with remembrance greet Of old loue twixt their fathers which enclines Their hearts to friâ—…ndship who change armes for signes Of a continu'd loue for eithers life Hector in his returne meets with his wife And taking in his armed armes his sonne He prophecies the fall of Ilion Another Argument In Zeta Hector Prophecies Prayes for his sonne wils sacrifice THe stern fight freed of al the Gods conquest with doubtful wings Flew on their lances euerie way the restlesse field she flings Betwixt the floods of Symois and Xanthus that confin'd All their affaires at Ilion and round about them shin'd The first that weigh'd downe all the field of one particular side Was Aiax sonne of Telamon who like a bulwarke plide The Greekes protection and of Troy the knottie orders brake Held out a light to all the rest and shew'd them how to make Way to their conquest he did wound the strongest man of Thrace The tallest and the biggest set Eussorian Acamas His lance fell on his caskes plum'd top in stooping the fell head Draue through his forehead to his iawes his eyes Night shadowed Tydides slue Teuthranides Axilus that did dwell In faire Arisbas well-built towres he had of wealth a Well Tydides 〈◊〉 Diomed being son to Tydâ—… And yet was kind and bountifull he would a traueller pray To be his guest his friendly house stood in the brode high way In which he all sorts nobly vsd yet none of them would stand Twixt him and death but both himselfe and he that had command Of his faire horse Calisius fell liuelesse on the ground Euryalus Opheltius and Dresus dead did wound Nor ended there his fierie course which he againe begins And ran to it succesfully vpon a paire of twins Aesepus and bold Pedasus whom good Bucolion That first cald father though base borne renowm'd Laomedon On Nais Abarbaraea got a Nymph that as she fed Her curled flocks Bucolion woo'd and mixt in loue and bed Both these were spoild of armes and life by Mecistiades Then Polypaetes for sterne death Astialus did seise Vlysses slue Percosius Teucer Aretaon Antilochus old Nestors ioy Ablerus the great sonne Of Atreus and king of men Elatus whose abode He held at vpper Pedasus where Satnius riuer flow'd The great Heroe Leitus staid Philacus in flight From further life Eurypilus Melanthius reft of light The brother to the king of men Adrestus tooke aliue Whose horse affrighted with the flight their driuer now did driue Amongst the low-growne Tamâ—…cke trees and at an arme of one The chariot in the draught-tree brake the horse brake loose and ron The same way other flyers fled contending all to towne Himselfe close at the chariot wheele vpon his face was throwne And there lay flat roll'd vp in dust Atrides inwards draue And holding at his breast his lance Adrestus sought to saue His head by losing of his feet and trusting to his knees On which the same parts of the king he hugs and offers fees Of worthie value for his life and thus pleades their receipt Take me aliue O Atreus sonne and take a worthie weight Of brasse elaborate iron and gold a heape of precious things This Virgils imitaâ—…es Are in my fathers riches hid which when your seruant brings Newes of my safetie to his eares he largely will diuide With your rare bounties Atreus sonne thought this the better side And meant to take it being about to send him safe to fleete Which when farre off his brother saw he wing'd his royall feet And came in threatning crying out O soft heart what 's the cause Agamemnoâ—… to Menâ—…laus Thou spar'st these men thus haue not they obseru'd these gentle lawes Of mild humanitie to thee with mightie argument Why thou shouldst deale thus In thy house and with all president Of honord guest rites entertaind not one of them shall flie A bitter end for it from heauen and much lesse dotingly Scape our reuengefull fingers all euen th'infant in the wombe Shall tast of what they merited and haue no other tombe Then razed Ilion nor
their race haue more fruite then the dust This iust cause turnd his brothers mind who violently thrust The prisoner from him in whose guts the king of men imprest His ashen lance which pitching downe his foote vpon the brest Of him that vpwards fell he drew then Nestor spake to all O friends and household men of Mars let not your pursuit fall Kestor to the Greekes With those ye fell for present spoile nor like the king of men Let any scape vnfeld but on dispatch them all and then Ye shall haue time enough to spoile This made so strong their chace That all the Troians had bene housd and neuer turnd a face Had not the Priamist Helenus an Augure most of name Hellenus to Hector and Aeneas Will'd Hector and Aeneas thus Hector Anchises fame Since on your shoulders with good cause the weightie burthen lies Of Troy and Lycia being both of noblest faculties For counsell strength of hand and apt to take chance at her best In euery turne she makes stand fast and suffer not the rest By any way searcht out for scape to come within the ports Lest fled into their wiues kind armes they there be made the sports Of the pursuing enemie exhort and force your bands To turne their faces and while we employ our ventur'd hands Though in a hard condition to make the other stay Hector go thou to Ilion and our Queene mother pray To take the richest robe she hath the same that 's chiefly deare To her Court fancie with which Iemme assembling more to her Of Troys chiefe Matrones let all go for feare of all our fates To Pallas temple take the key vnlocke the leauie gates Enter and reach the highest towre where her Palladium stands And on it put the precious veile with pure and reuerend hands And vow to her besides the gift a sacrificing stroke Of twelue fat Heifers of a yeare that neuer felt the yoke Most answering to her maiden state if she will pittie vs Our towne our wiues our yongest ioyes and him that plagues them thus Take from the conflict Diomed that Furie in a fight That true sonne of great Tydeus that cunning Lord of Flight Whom I esteeme the strongest Greeke for we haue neuer fled Achilles that is Prince of men and whom a Goddesse bred Like him his furie flies so high and all mens wraths commands Hector intends his brothers will but first through all his bands He made quicke way encouraging and all to feare affraide All turnd their heads and made Greece turne Slaughter stood still dismaid On their parts for they thought some God falne from the vault of starres Was rusht into the Ilions aide they made such dreadfull warres Thus Hector toyling in the waues and thrusting backe the flood Hector to the Troians Of his ebb'd forces thus takes leaue So so now runs your blood In his right current Forwards now Troians and farre cald friends Awhile hold out till for successe to this your braue amends I haste to Ilion and procure our Counsellours and wiues To pray and offer Hecatombs for their states in our liues Then faire-helm'd Hector turnd to Troy and as he trode the field How Hector left the field The blacke Buls hide that at his backe he wore about his shield In the extreme circumference was with his gate so rockt That being large it both at once his necke and ankles knockt And now betwixt the hosts were met Hippolochus braue sonne The encounter of Diomed and Glaucus Glaucus who in his verie looke hope of some wonder wonne And little Tydeus mightie heire who seeing such a man Offer the field for vsuall blowes with wondrous words began What art thou strongst of mortall men that putst so farre before Diomed to Glaucâ—… Whom these fights neuer shew'd mine eyes they haue bene euermore Sonnes of vnhappie parents borne that came within the length Of this Minerua-guided lance and durst close with the strength That she inspires in me If heauen be thy diuine abode And thou a Deitie thus inform'd no more with any God Will I change lances the strong sonne of Drias did not liue Long after such a conflict dar'd who godlesly did driue Nisaeus Nurses through the hill made sacred to his name And cald Nissâ—…ius with a goade he puncht each furious dame And made them euery one cast downe their greene and leauie speares This t'homicide Lycurgus did and those vngodly feares He put the Froes in seisd their God Euen Bacchus he did driue From his Nisseius who was faine with huge exclaimes to diue Into the Ocean Thetis there in her bright bosome tooke The flying Deitie who so feard Lycurgus threats he shooke For which the freely-liuing Gods so highly were incenst That Saturns great sonne strooke him blind and with his life dispenc't But small time after all because th'immortals lou'd him not Nor lou'd him since he striu'd with them and his end hath begot Feare in my powres to fight with heauen but if the fruits of earth Nourish thy bodie and thy life be of our humane birth Come neare that thou maist soone arriue on that life-bounding shore To which I see thee hoise such saile Why dost thou so explore Glaucuâ—… his wor thie answer to Diomed and his â—…edegree drawne euen from Sysipâ—…us Said Glaucus of what race I am when like the race of leaues The race of man is that deserues no question nor receiues My being any other breath The wind in Autumne strowes The earth with old leaues then the Spring the woods with new endowes And so death scatters men on earth so life puts out againe Mans leauie issue but my race if like the course of men Thou seekst in more particular termes t is this to many knowne In midst of Argos nurse of horse there stands a walled towne Ephyré where the Mansion house of Sysiphus did stand The historie of Bellerophon Of Sysiphus Aeolides most wise of all the land Glaucus was sonne to him and he begat Bellerophon Whose bodie heauen endued with strength and put a beautie on Exceeding louely Prâ—…tus yet his cause of loue did hate And banisht him the towne he might he ruld the Argiue state The vertue of the one Iouâ—… plac't beneath the others powre His exile grew since he denied to be the Paramour Of faire Antâ—…ta Prâ—…tus wife who felt a raging fire Of secret loue to him but he whom wisedome did inspire As well as prudence one of them aduising him to shunne The danger of a Princesse loue the other not to runne Within the danger of the Gods the act being simply ill Still entertaining thoughts diuine subdu'd the earthly still She rul'd by neither of his wits preferd her lust to both And false to Prâ—…tus would seeme true with this abhorr'd vntroth Praetus or die thy selfe said she or let Bellerophon die Bellerephâ—…ntis literaeâ—… Ad. Eras. â—…hu long speech many Critickes taxâ—… 〈◊〉 vntimâ—…ly being as they take 〈◊〉
in the heaâ—… of fight Hier Vidas a late obseruer be ingâ—… eagrest against Homer whose ignorance in this I cannot but note and proue to you for besides the authority office of a Poet to vary and quicken hiâ—… Poem with these episods somtimes beyond the leasure of their actions the Critick notes not how far his forerunner preueâ—…ts his worst as far and sets downe his speâ—…ch at the sodain straÌ„ge turning of the Troian field set on a litle before by Hector and that so fiercely it made an admi ring stand amoÌ„g the Grecians therein gaue fit time for these great captaines to vtter their admirations the whole field in that part being to stand like their Commanders And then how full of decorum this gallant shew and speech was to sound vnderstandings I leaue onely to such and let our Criticks go câ—…uill He vrg'd dishonour to thy bed which since I did denie He thought his violence should grant and sought thy shame by force The king incenst with her report resolu'd vpon her course But doubted how it should be runne he shund his death direct Holding a way so neare not safe and plotted the effect By sending him with letters seald that opened touch his life To Rheuns king of Lycia and father to his wife He went and happily he went the Gods walkt all his way And being arriu'd in Lycia where Xanthus doth display The siluer ensignes of his waues the king of that brode land Receiu'd him with a wondrous free and honourable hand Nine daies he feasted him and kild an Oxe in euery day In thankfull sacrifice to heauen for his faire guest whose stay With rosie fingers brought the world the tenth wel-welcomd morne And then the king did moue to see the letters he had borne From his lou'd sonne in law which seene he wrought thus their conten's Chymâ—…ra the inuincible he sent him to conuince Sprung from no man but meere diuine a Lyons shape before Behind a dragons in the midst a Gotes shagg'd forme she bore And flames of deadly feruencie flew from her breath and eyes Yet her he slue his confidence in sacred prodigies Renderd him victor Then he gaue his second conquest way Agâ—…inst the famous Solymi when he himselfe would say Reporting it he enterd on a passing vigorous fight His third huge labour he approu'd against a womans spight That fild a field of Amazons be ouercame them all Then set they on him slie Deceipt when Force had such a fall An ambush of the strongest men that spacious Lycia bred Was lodg'd for him whom he lodg'd sure they neuer raisd a head His deeds thus shewing him deriu'd from some Celestiall race The king detaind and made amends with doing him the grace Of his faire daughters Princely gift and with her for a dowre Gaue halfe his kingdome and to this the Lycians on did powre More then was giuen to any king a goodly planted field In some parts thicke of groues and woods the rest rich crops did yeeld This field the Lycians futurely of future wandrings there And other errors of their Prince in the vnhappie Rere Of his sad life the Errâ—…nt cald the Princesse brought him forth Three children whose ends grieu'd him more the more they were of worth Isander and Hippolochus and faire Laodomy With whom euen Iupiter himselfe left heauen it selfe to lie And had by her the man at armes Sarpedon cald diuine The Gods thâ—…n left him lest a man should in their glories shine Sâ—…rpedons birth And set against him for his sonne Isandrus in a strife Against the valiant Solymi Mars reft of light and life Laodamia being enuied of all the Goddesses The golden-bridle-handling Queene the maiden Patronesse Slue with an arrow and for this he wandred euermore Alone through his Aleian field and fed vpon the core Of his sad bosome flying all the loth'd consorts of men Yet had he one suruiu'd to him of those three childeren Hippolochus the root of me who sent me here with charge That I should alwaies beare me well and my deserts enlarge Beyond the vulgar lest I sham'd my race that farre exceld All that Ephyras famous towres or ample Lycia held This is my stocke and this am I. This cheard Tydides heart Who pitcht his speare downe leand and talkt in this affectionate part Certesse in thy great Ancetor and in mine owne thou art Diomedâ—… answer to 〈◊〉 A guest of mine right ancient king Oeneus twentie daies Detaind with feasts Bellerophon whom all the world did praise Betwixt whom mutuall gifts were giuen my Grandsiâ—…e gaue to thine A girdle of Phoenician worke impurpl'd wondrous fine Thine gaue a two-neckt Iugge of gold which though I vse not here Yet still it is my gemme at home But if our fathers were Familiar or each other knew I know not since my sire Left me a child at siege of Thebes where he left his lifes fire But let vs proue our Grandsires sonnes and be each others guests To Lycia when I come do thou receiue thy friend with feasts Peloponnesus with the like shall thy wisht presence greet Meane space shun we each other here though in the preasse we meet There are enow of Troy beside and men enough renownd To right my powres whom euer heauen shâ—…ll let my lance confound So are there of the Greeks for thee kill who thou canst and now For signe of amitie twixt vs and that all these may know We glorie in th'hospitious rites our Grandsires did commend Change we our armes before them all From horse then Both descend Ioyne hands giue faith and take and then did Iupiter * 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—…entem â—…demit Iup. the text hath it whicâ—…â—…nely I alter of all â—…o mers originall since Plutarch against the Stoicks excuses this supposed fâ—…lly in Glâ—…ucus Spond likewise encâ—…uvaging my alterations which I vse for the louâ—…d and simple Nobility of the free exchange in Glaucus contrarie to others that for the supposed fâ—…lly in Glâ—…us turnd his change into a Proâ—…erb 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 goldeÌ„ oâ—… 〈◊〉 Priâ—… Court elate The mind of Glaucus who to shew his reuerence to the state Of vertue in his grandsires heart and gratulate beside The offer of so great a friend exchang'd in that good pride Curets of gold for those of brasse that did on Diomed shine One of a hundred Oxens price the other but of nine By this had Hector reacht the ports of Scaea and the tow'rs About him flockt the wiues of Troy the children paramours Enquiring how their husbands did their fathers brothers loues He stood not then to answer them but said It now behoues Ye should go all â—…'implore the aide of heauen in a distresse Of great effect and imminent Then hasted he accesse To Priams goodly builded Court which round about was runne With walking porches galleries to keepe off raine and Sunne Within of one side on a rew of sundrie colourd stones Fiftie faire lodgings were built
seeme his fault then cowardise And thus he answerd Since with right you ioynd checke with aduise Paris 〈◊〉 Hâ—…ctor And I heare you giue equall eare It is not any spleene Against the Towne as you conceiue that makes me so vnseene But sorrow for it which to ease and by discourse digest Within my selfe I liue so close and yet since men might wrest My sad retreat like you my wife with her aduice inclinde This my addression to the field which was mine owne free minde As well as th'instance of her words for though the foyle were mine Conquest brings forth her wreaths by turnes stay then this hast of thine But till I ar me and I am made a consort for thee streight Or go I le ouertake thy haste Hellen stood at receipt And tooke vp all great Hectors powers t' attend her heauie words Hellens ruthfull complaint to Hector By which had Paris no reply this vent her griefe affords Brother if I may call you so that had bene better borne A dog then such a horride Dame as all men curse and scorne A mischiefe makâ—…r a man-plague O would to God the day That first gaue light to me had bene a whirlwind in my way And borne me to some desert hill or hid me in the rage Of earths most far-resounding seas ere I should thus engage The deare liues of so many friends yet since the Gods hauâ—… beene Helplesse foreseers of my plagues they might haue likewise seene That he they put in yoke with me to beare out their award Had bene a man of much more spirit and or had noblier dar'd To shield mine honour with his deed or with his mind had knowne Much better the vpbraids of men that so he might haue showne More like a man some sence of griefe for both my shame and his But he is senslesse nor conceiues what any manhood is Nor now nor euer after will and therefore hangs I feare A plague aboue him But come neare good brother rest you here Who of the world of men stands charg'd with most vnrest for me Vile wretch and for my Louers wrong on whom a destinie So bitter is imposde by Ioue that all succeeding times Will put to our vn-ended shames in all mens mouthes our crimes He answerd Hellen do not seeke to make me sit with thee Hector to Hellen I must not stay though well I know thy honourd loue of me My mind cals forth to aid our friends in whom my absence breeds Longings to see me for whose sakes importune thou to deeds This man by all meanes that your care may make his owne make hast And meete me in the open towne that all may see at last He minds his louer I my selfe will now go home and see My houshold my deare wife and sonne that little hope of me For sister t is without my skill if I shall euer more Returne and see them or to earth her right in me restore The Gods may stoupe me by the Greekes This said he went to see The vertuous Princesse his true wife white arm'd Andromache She with her infant sonne and maide was climb'd the towre about The sight of him that sought for her weeping and crying out Hector not finding her at home was going forth retir'd Stood in the gate her woman cald and curiously enquir'd Where she was gone bad tell him true if she were gone to see His sisters or his brothers wiues or whether she should be At Temple with the other Dames t'implore Mineruas ruth Her woman answerd since he askt and vrg'd so much the truth The truth was she was neither gone to see his brothers wiues His sisters nor t'implore the ruth of Pallas on their liues But she aduertisde of the bane Troy sufferd and how vast Conquest had made her selfe for Greece like one distraught made hast To ample Ilion with her sonne and Nurse and all the way Mournd and dissolu'd in teares for him Then Hector made no stay But trod her path and through the streets magnificently built All the great Citie past and came where seeing how bloud was spilt Andromache might see him come who made as he would passe The ports without saluting her not knowing where she was She with his sight made breathlesse hast to meet him she whose grace Brought him withall so great a dowre she that of all the race Of king Action onely liu'd Action whose house stood Beneath the mountaine Placius enuirond with the wood Of Theban Hippoplace being Court to the Cilician land She ran to Hector and with her tender of heart and hand Her sonne borne in his Nurses armes when like a heauenly signe Compact of many golden starres the princely child did shine Whom Hector cald Scamandrius but whom the towne did name Astianax because his sire did onely prop the same Hector though griefe bereft his speech yet smil'd vpon his ioy Andromache cride out mixt hands and to the strength of Troy Thus wept forth her affection O noblest in desire Aâ—…dromaches passion to Hector Thy mind inflam'd with others good will set thy selfe on fire Nor pitiest thou thy sonne nor wife who must thy widdow be If now thou issue all the field will onely run on thee Better my shoulders vnderwent the earth then thy decease For then would earth beare ioyes no moâ—…e then comes the blacke increase Of griefes like Greeks on Ilion Alas what one suruiues To be my refuge one blacke day bereft seuen brothers liues By sterne Achilles by his hand my father breath'd his last Thebes a most 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 of Ciâ—… His high-wald rich Cilician Thebes sackt by him and laid wast The royall bodie yet he left vnspoild Religion charm'd That act of spoile and all in fire he burnd him compleat arm'd Built ouer him a royall tombe and to the monument He left of him Th' Oreades that are the high descent Of Aegis-bearing Iupiter another of their owne Did adde to it and set it round with Elms by which is showne In theirs the barrennesse of death yet might it serue beside To shelter the sad Monument from all the ruffinous pride Of stormes and tempests vsde to hurt things of that noble kind The short life yet my mother liu'd he sau'd and seru'd his mind With all the riches of the Realme which not enough esteemd He kept her prisoner whom small time but much more wealth redeemd And she in syluane Hyppoplace Cilicia rul'd againe But soone was ouer-rul'd by death Dianas chast disdaine Gaue her a Lance and tooke her life yet all these gone from me Thou amply renderst all thy life makes still my father be My mother brothers and besides thou art my husband too Most lou'd most worthy Pitie then deare loue and do not go For thou gone all these go againe pitie our common ioy Lest of a fathers patronage the bulwarke of all Troy Thou leau'st him a poore widdowes charge stay stay then in this Towre And call vp to the wilde
leaue His trust and Empire but alas though like a wolfe he be Shamelesse and rude he durst not take my prise and looke on me I neuer will partake his works nor counsels as before He once deceiu'd and iniur'd me and he shall neuer more Tie my affections with his words enough is the increase Of one successe in his deceits which let him ioy in peace And beare it to a wretched end wise Ioâ—…e hath reft his braine To bring him plagues and these his gifts I as my foes disdaine Euen in the numnesse of calme death I will reuengefull be Though ten or twentie times so much he would bestow on me All he hath here or any where or Orchomen containes To which men bring their wealth for strength or all the store remaines In circuite of Aegyptian Thebes where much hid treasure lies Whose wals containe an hundred ports of so admir'd a size Two hundred souldiers may afront with horse and chariots passe Noâ—… would â—…e amplifie all this like sand or dust or grasse Should he reclaime me till his wreake payd me for all the paines That with his contumely burnd like poison in my veines 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Nor shall his daughter be my wife although she might contend With golden Venâ—…s for her forme or if she did transcend Blew-eyd Minâ—…a for her works let him a Greeke select Fit for her and a greater King For if the Gods protect My safetie to my fathers court he shall chuse me a wife Many faire Achiue Princesses of vnimpeached life In Helle and in Pthia liue whose Sires do cities hold Of whom I can haue whom I will And more an hundred â—…old My true mind in my countrie likes to take a lawfull wife Then in another nation and there delight my life With those goods that my father got much rather then die here Not all the wealth of wel-built Troy possest when peace was there All that Apollâ—…s marble Fane in stonie Pythos holds I value equall with the life that my free breast infolds Sheepe Oxen Tripods crest-deckt horse though lost may come againe But when the white guard of our teeth no longer can containe Our humane soule away it flies and once gone neuer more To her fraile mansion any man can her lost powres restore And therefore since my mother-queene fam'd for her siluer feet Told me two fates about my death in my direction meet The one that if I here remaine t' assist our victorie My safe returne shall neuer liue my fame shall neuer die If my returne obtaine successe much of my fame decayes But death shall linger his approach and I liue many dayes This being reueal'd t were foolish pride t' abridge my life for praise Then with my selfe I will aduise others to hoise their saile For gainst the height of Ilion you neuer shall preuaile Ioue with his hand protecteth it and makes the souldiers bold This tell the King in euery part for so graue Legates should That they may better counsels vse to saue their fleet and friends By their owne valours since this course drown'd in my anger ends Phoenix may in my tent repose and in the moâ—…e stere course For Pthia if he thinke it good if not I le vse no force All wondred at his sterne reply and Phâ—…nix full of feares His words would be more weake then iust supplide their wants with teares If thy returne incline thee thus Peleus renowned ioy And thou wilt let our ships be burnd with harmfull fire of Troy Phoenix Oration to Aâ—…hilles Since thou art angrie O my sonne how shall I after be Alone in these extremes of death relinquished by thee I whom thy royall father sent as orderer of thy force When to Atrides from his Court he left thee for this course Yet young and when in skill of armes thou didst not so abound Nor hadst the habite of discourse that makes men so renownd In all which I was set by him t' instruct thee as my sonne That thou mightst speake when speech was fit and do when deeds were done Not sit as dumbe for want of words idle for skill to moue I would not then be left by thee deare sonne begot in loue No not if God would promise me to raze the prints of time Caru'd in my bosome and my browes and grace me with the prime Of manly youth as when at first I left sweet Helles shore Deckt with faire Dames and fled the grudge my angrie father bore Who was the faire Amyntor cald surnam'd Ormenides Morâ—…m 〈◊〉 obseruat quâ—… de prateritis libeâ—…ter solent meminisse And for a faire-haird harlots sake that his affects could please Contemnd my mother his true wife who ceaslesse vrged me To vse his harlot Clytia and still would claspe my knee To do her will that so my Site might turne his loue to hate Of that lewde Dame conuerting it to comfort her estaâ—… At last I was content to proue to do my mother good And reconcile my fathers loue who straight suspitious stood Pursuing me with many a curse and to the Furies praide No Dame might loue nor bring me seed the Deities obayd That gouerne hell infernall Ioue and sterne Persephone Then durst I in no longer date with my sterne fatherbe Yet did my friends and neare allies enclose me with desires Not to depart kild sheepe bores beeues rost them at solemne fires And from my fathers tuns we drunke exceeding store of wine Nine niâ—…hts they guarded me by turns their fires did ceaslesse shine One in the porch of his strong hall and in the portall one Before my chamber but when day beneath the tenth night shone I brake my chambers thick-fram'd dores and through the hals guard past Vnseene of any man or maide Through Greece then rich and vast I fled to Pthia nurse of sheepe and came to Peleus Court Who entertaind me heartily and in as gracious sort As any Sire his onely sonne borne when his strength is spent And blest with great possessions to leaue to his descent He made me rich and to my charge did much command commend I dwelt in th'vt most region rich Pthia doth extend And gouernd the Dolopians and made thee what thou aâ—… O thou that like the Gods art fram'd since dearest to my heart I vsde thee so thou lou'dst none else nor any where wouldst eate Till I had crownd my knee with theee and karu'd thee tenderst meate And giuen thee wine so much for loue that in thy infancie Which still discretion must protect and a continuall eye My bosome louingly sustain'd the wine thine could not beare Then now my strength needs thine as much be mine to thee as deare Much haue I sufferd for thy loue much labour'd wished much Thinking since I must haue no heire the Gods decrees are such I would adopt thy selfe my heire to thee my heart did giue What any Sire could giue his sonne in thee I hop't to liue O mitigate
many labours was From whose rich heapes his father would a wondrous portion giue If at the great Achaian fleet he heard his sonne did liue Vlysses bad him cheare his heart Thinke not of death said he Vlysses to Dolon But tell vs true why runst thou forth when others sleeping be Is it to spoile the carkasses or art thou choicely sent T'explore our drifts or of thy selfe seek'st thou some wisht euent He trembling answerd Much reward did Hectors oth propose Dolons answer And vrg'd me much against my will t'indeuour to disclose If you determin'd still to stay or bent your course for flight As all dismaid with your late foile and wearied with the fight For which exploite Pelides horse and chariot he did sweare I onely euer should enioy Vlysses smil'd to heare So base a swaine haue any hope so high a prise t' aspire Vlysses to Dolon And said his labors did affect a great and precious hire And that the horse Pelides rein'd no mortall hand could vse But he himselfe whose matchlesse life a Goddesse did produce But tell vs and report but truth where lefâ—…st thou Hector now Where are his armes his famous horse on whom doth he bestow The watches charge where sleepe the Kings intend they still to lie Thus neare encampt or turne suffisd with their late victorie All this said he I le tell most true At Ilus monument Dolons relation Hector with all our Princes sits t' aduise of this euent Who chuse that place remou'd to shnn the rude confused sounds The common souldiers throw about but for our watch and rounds Whereof braue Lord thou mak'st demand none orderly we keepe The Troians that haue roofes to saue onely abandon sleepe And priuately without command each other they exhort To make preuention of the worst and in this slender sort Is watch and guard maintaind with vs. Th'auxiliarie bands Sleepe soundly and commit their cares into the Troians hands For they haue neither wiues with them nor children to protect The lesse they need to care the more they succour dull neglect But tell me said wise Ithacus are all these forreine powres Ithacâ—… Appointed quarters by themselues or else commixt with yours Dolâ—… And this said Dolon too my Lords I le seriously vnfold The Paeons with the crooked bowes and Cares quarters hold Next to the sea the Leieges and Caucons ioyn'd with them And braue Pelasgians Thimbers meade remou'd more from the streame Is quarter to the Licians the loftie Misian force The Phrygians and Meonians that fight with armed horse But what need these particulars if ye intend surprise Of any in our Troian campe the Thracian quarter lies Vtmost of all and vncommixt with Troian regiments That keepe the voluntary watch new pitcht are all their tents King Rhesus Eioneus son commands them who hath steeds More white then snow huge and well shap't their firie pace exceeds Virgilianum The winds in swiftnesse these I saw his Chariot is with gold And pallid siluer richly fram'd and wondrous to behold His great and golden armour is not fit a man should weare But for immortall shoulders fram'd come then and quickly beare Your happie prisoner to your fleet or leaue him here fast bound Till your well vrg'd and rich returne proue my relation sound Tydides dreadfully replide Thinke not of passage thus Diomeds sternâ—… râ—…ply to Dolon Though of right acceptable newes thou hast aduertisde vs Our hands are holds more strict then so and should we set thee free For offerd ransome for this scape thou still wouldst scouting be About our ships or do vs scathe in plaine opposed armes But if I take thy life no way can we repent thy harmes With this as Dolon reacht his hand to vse a suppliants part Dolons slaughter by Diomed. And stroke the beard of Diomed he strooke his necke athwart With his forc't sword and both the nerues he did in sunder wound And suddenly his head deceiu'd fell speaking on the ground His wesels helme they tooke his bow his wolues skin and his lance Which to Minerua Ithacus did zealously aduance With lifted arme into the aire and to her thus he spake Goddesse triumph in thine owne spoiles to thee we first will make Vlysses offers Dolons armes to Pallas Our inuocations of all powers thron'd on th' Olympian hill Now to the Thracians and their horse and beds conduct vs still With this he hung them vp aloft vpon a Tamricke bow As eyefull Trophies and the sprigs that did about it grow He proined from the leauie armes to make it easier viewd When they should hastily retire and be perhaps pursude Forth went they through blacke bloud and armes and presently aspir'd The guardlesse Thracian regiment fast bound with sleepe and tir'd Their armes lay by and triple rankes they as they slept did keepe As they should watch and guard their king who in a fatall sleepe Lay in the midst their charriot horse as they coach fellowes were Fed by them and the famous steeds that did their Generall beare Stood next him to the hinder part of his rich chariot tied Vlysses to Diomed Vyssâ—…s saw them first and said Tydides I haue spied The horse that Dolon whom we slue assur'd vs we should see Now vse thy strength now idle armes are most vnfit for thee Prise thou the horse or kill the guard and leaue the horse to me Minerâ—…a with the Azure eyes breath'd strength into her King Who fild the tent with mixed death the soules he set on wing Issued in grones and made aire swell into her stormie floud Horror and slaughter had one power the earth did blush with bloud As when a hungrie Lion flies with purpose to deuoure On flocks vnkept and on their liues doth freely vse his power So Tydeus sonne assaild the foe twelue soules before him flew Vlysses waited on his sword and euer as he slew He drew them by their strengthlesse heeles out of the horses sight That when he was to leade them forth they should not with affright Bogle nor snore in treading on the bloudie carkases For being new come they were vnusde to such sterne sights as these Through foure ranks now did Diomed the king himselfe attaine Diomed slaughters Rhesuâ—… king of Thrace Who snoring in his sweetest sleepe was like his souldiers slaine An ill dreame by Minerua sent that night stood by his head Which was Oenides royall sonne vnconquer'd Diomed. Meane while Vlysses loosd his horse tooke all their raines in hand And led them forth but Tydeus sonne did in contention stand With his great mind to do some deed of more audacitie If he should take the chariot where his rich armes did lie And draw it by the beame away or beare it on his backe Or if of more dull Thracian liues he should their bosomes sacke In this contention with himselfe Minerua did suggest Mineruâ—… to Diomed And bad him thinke of his retreate lest
of a Bore Their dogs put after in full crie he rusheth on before Whets with his lather-making iawes his crooked tuskes for blood And holding firme his vsuall haunts breakes through the deepned wooâ—… They charging though his hote approch be neuer so abhord So to assaile the Ioue-lou'd Greeke the Ilâ—…ans did accord And he made through them first he hurt vpon his shoulder blade Deiops a blamelesse man at armes then sent to endlesse shade Thoon and Eunomus and strooke the strong Chersidamas Socus wounds Vlysses As from his chariot he leapt downe beneath his targe of brasse Who fell and crawld vpon the earth with his sustaining palmes And left the fight nor yet his lance left dealing Martiall almes But Socus brother by both sidâ—…s yong Carops did impresse Then Princely Socus to his aide made brotherly accesse And coming neare spake in his charge O great Laertes sonne Insatiate in slie stratagems and labours neuer done This houre or thou shalt boast to kill the two Hypasides And prize their armes or fall thy selfe in my resolu'd accesse This said he threw quiâ—…e through his shield his fell and well-driuen lancâ—… Which held way through his curaces and on his ribs did glance Plowing the flesh alongst his sides but Pallas did repell All inward passage to his life Vlysses knowing well The wound vndeadly setting backe his foote to forme his stand Thus spake to Socus O thou wretch thy death is in this hand That stay'st my victorie on Troy and where thy charge was made In doubtfull terms or this or that this shall thy life inuade This frighted Socus to retreate and in his faint reuerse The lance betwixt his shoulders fell and through his breast did perse Downe fell he sounding and the king thus playd with his misease O Socus you that make by birth the two Hypasides Vlysses insultaâ—…ion Now may your house and you pâ—…rceiue death can outflie the flier Ah wretch thou canst not scape my vowes old Hypasus thy sire Nor thy well honord â—…others hands in both which lies thy worth Shall close thy wretched eyes in death but Vultures dig them forth And hide them with their darksome wings but when Vlysses dies Diuinest Greeks shall tombe my corse with all their obâ—…equies Now from his bodie and his shield the violent lance he drew That Pâ—…incely Socus had infixt which drawne a crimson dew Fell from his bosome on the earth the wound â—…id dare him sore And when the furious Troians saw Vlysses forced gore Encouraging themselues in grosse all his destruction vowd Then he retir'd and summond aide thrise showted he allowd As did denote a man ingag'd thrise Menelaus eare Obâ—…eru'd his aid-suggesting voice and Aiax being neare He told him of Vlysses showâ—…s as if he were enclosd From all assistance and aduisd their aids might be disposd Against the Ring that circled him lest charg'd with troopes alone Though valiant he might be opprest whom Greece so built vpon He led and Aiax seconded they found their Ioâ—…e-lou'd king Circled with foes As when a den of bloodie Lucerns cling About a goodly palmed Hart hurt with a hunters bow Whose scape his nimble feet inforce whilst his warme blood doth flow And his light knees haue power to moue but maistred of his wound Embost within a shadie hill the Lucerns charge him round And teare his flesh when instantly fortune sends in the powres Of some sterne Lion with whose sight they flie and he deuours So charg'd the Ilians Ithacus many and mightie men But then made Menelaus in and horrid Aiax then Aiax and Menelaus to the rescue of Vlysses Bearing a target like a tower close was his violent stand And euerie way the foe disperst when by the royall hand Kind Menelaus led away the hurt Laertes sonne Till his faire squire had brought his horse victorious Telamon Still plied the foe and put to sword a young Priamides Doriclus Priams bastard sonne then did his lance impresse Pandoâ—…us and strong Pyrasus Lysander and Palertes As when a torrent from the hils swolne with Saturnian showres Fals on the fields beares blasted Oakes and witherd rosine flowres Loose weeds and all dispersed filth into the Oceans force So matchlesse Aiax beat the field and slaughterd men and horse Yet had not Hector heard of this who fought on the left wing Of all the host neare those sweet herbs Scamanders flood doth spring Where many foreheads trode the ground and where the skirmish burnd Neare Nestor and king Idomen where Hector ouerturnd The Grecian squadrons authoring high seruice with his lance And skilfull manadge of his horse nor yet the discrepance He made in death betwixt the hosts had made the Greeks retire If faire-haird Hellens second spouse had not represt the fire Of bold Machaons fortitude who with a three-forkt head In his right shoulder wounded him then had the Grecians dread Lest in his strength declin'd the foe should slaughter their hurt fâ—…iend Then Cretes king vrg'd Neleides his chariot to ascend And getting neare him take him in and beare him to their tents A Surgeon is to be preferd with physicke ornaments Before a multitude his life giues hurt liues natiue bounds With sweet inspersion of fit balmes and perfect search of wounds Thus spake the royall Idomen Neleides obeyd And to his chariot presently the wounded Greeke conuaid The sonne of Esculapius the great Phisition To fleet they flew Cebriones perceiu'd the slaughter done By Aiax on the other troopes and spake to Hector thus Whiles we encounter Grecians here sterne Telamonius Is yonder raging turning vp in heapes our horse and men I know him by his spacious shield let vs turne chariot then Where both of horse and foote the fight most hotely is proposde In mutuall slaughters harke their throats from cries are neuer closd This said with his shrill scourge he strooke the horse that fast ensude Stung with his lashes tossing shields and carkasses imbrude The chariot tree was drownd in blood and th'arches by the seate Disperpled from the horses houes and from the wheelebands beate Great Hector long'd to breake the rankes and startle their close fight Who horribly amaz'd the Greeks and plyed their suddaine fright With busie weapons euer wingd his lance sword weightie stones Yet charg'd he other Leaders bands not dreadfull Telamons With whom he wisely shund foule blowes but Ioue that weighs aboue All humane pow'rs to Aiax breast diuine repressions droue And made him shun who shund himselfe he ceast from fight amaz'd Cast on his backe his seauen-fold shield and round about him gaz'd Like one turnd wilde lookt on himselfe in his distract retreate Knee before knee did scarcely moue as when from heards of Neate Whole threaues of Bores and mungrils chace a Lion skulking neare Loth he should taint the wel-prisd fat of any stall-fed steere Consuming all the night in watch he greedie of his prey Oft thrusting on is oft thrust off fo thicke the Iauelins play On his bold
is this lance This said all forwards make Himselfe the first yet before him exulting Clamor flew And thunder-louing Iupiter from loftie Ida blew A storme that vsherd their assault and made them charge like him It draue directly on the fleet a dust so fierce and dim That it amaz'd the Grecians but was a grace diuine To Hector and his following troopes who wholly did encline To him being now in grace with Ioue and so put boldly on To raze the rampire in whose height they fiercely set vpon The Parrapets and puld them downe rac't euery formost fight And all the Butteresses of stone that held their towers vpright They tore away with Crowes of Iron and hop't to ruine all The Greeks yet stood and still repaird the forefights of their wall With hides of Oxen and from thence they pourd downe stones in showres Vpon the vnderminers heads Within the formost towres Both the Aiaces had command who answer'd euerie part Th' assaulters and their souldiers represt and put in heart Repairing valour as their wall spake some faire some reprou'd Who euer made not good his place and thus they all sorts mou'd O countrimen now need in aid would haue excesse be spent The excellent must be admir'd the meanest excellent The worst do well in changing warre all should not be alike Nor any idle which to know fits all lest Hector strike Your minds with frights as eares with threats forward be all your hands Vrge one another this doubt downe that now betwixt vs stands Ioue will go with vs to their wals To this effect alow'd Spake both the Princes and as high with this th'expulsion flow'd Simile And as in winter time when Ioue his cold-sharpe iauelines throwes Amongst vs mortals and is mou'd to white earth with his snowes The winds asleepe he freely poures till highest Prominents Hill tops low meddowes and the fields that crowne with most contents The toiles of men sea ports and shores are hid and euerie place But floods that snowes faire tender flakes as their owne brood embrace So both fides couerd earth with stones so both for life contend To shew their sharpnesse through the wall vprore stood vp an end Nor had great Hector and his friends the rampire ouerrun If heauens great Counsellour high Ioue had not inflam'd his sonne Sarpedon like the forrests king when he on Oxen flies Against the Grecians his round targe he to his arme applies Brasse-leau'd without and all within thicke Oxe-hides quilted hard The verge naild round with rods of gold and with two darts prepard He leades his people as ye see a mountaine Lion fare Long kept from prey in forcing which his high mind makes him dare Assault vpon the whole full fold though guarded neuer so With well-arm'd men and eager dogs away he will not go But venture on and either snatch a prey or be a prey So far'd diuine Sarpedons mind resolu'd to force his way Sarpedons 〈◊〉 to Glaucus neuer equalled by â—…y in this kind of all 〈◊〉 â—…aue written Through all the fore-fights and the wall yet since he did not see Others as great as he in name as great in mind as he He spake to Glaucus Glaucus say why are we honord more Then other men of Lycia in place with greater store Of meates and cups with goodlier roofes delightsome gardens walks More lands and better so much wealth that Court and countrie talks Of vs and our possessions and euery way we go Gaze on vs as we were their Gods this where we dwell is so The shores of Xanthus ring of this and shall not we exceed As much in merit as in noise Come be we great in deed As well as looke shine not in gold but in the flames of fight That so our neat-arm'd Lycians may say See these are right Our kings our Rulers these deserue to eate and drinke the best These gouerne not ingloriously these thus exceed the rest Do more then they command to do O friend if keeping backe Would keepe backe age from vs and death and that we might not wracke In this life 's humane sea at all but that deferring now We shund death euer nor would I halfe this vaine valour show Nor glorifie a folly so to wish thee to aduance Bur since we must go though not here and that besides the chance Proposd now there are infinite fates of other sort in death Which neither to be fled nor scap't a man must sinke beneath Come trie we if this sort be ours and either render thus Glorie to others or make them resigne the like to vs. This motion Glaucus shifted not but without words obeyd Sarpedon and Glaucus charge together Fore-right went both a mightie troope of Lycians followed Which by Menestheus obseru'd his haire stood vp on end For at the towre where he had charge he saw Calamitie bend Her horrid browes in their approch He threw his looks about The whole fights neare to see what Chiefe might helpe the miserie out Of his poore souldiers and beheld where both th' Aiaces fought And Teucer newly come from fleete whom it would profit nought To call since Tumult on their helmes shields and vpon the ports Lâ—…id such lowde claps for euerie way defences of all sorts Were adding as Troy tooke away and Clamor flew so high Her wings strooke heauen and drownd all voice The two Dukes yet so nigh And at the offer of assault he to th' Aiaces sent Thoos the herald with this charge Run to the regiment Tâ—…oos sent to the Aâ—…aces for aide by Menestheus Of both th' Aiaces and call Both for both were better here Since here will slaughter instantly be more enforc't then there The Lycian Captaines this way make who in the fights of stand Haue often shew'd much excellence yet if laborious hand Be there more needfull then I hope at least afford vs some Let Aiax Telamonius and th'Archer Teucer come The Herald hasted and arriu'd and both th' Aiaces told That Peteus noble sonne desir'd their little labour would Employ it selfe in succouring him Both their supplies were best Since death assaild his quarter most for on it fiercely prest The well-prou'd mightie Lycian Chiefs Yet if the seruice there Allowd not both he praid that one part of his charge would beare And that was Aiax Telamon with whom he wisht would come The Archer Teucer Telamon left instantly his roome To strong Lycomedes and will'd Aiax Oiliades With him to make vp his supply and fill with courages The Grecian hearts till his returne which should be instantly When he had well relieu'd his friend With this the companie Of Teucer he tooke to his aide Teucer that did descend As Aiax did from Telamon with these two did attend Pandion that boâ—…e Teucers bow When to Menestheus towre They came alongst the wall they found him and his heartned powre Toyling in making strong their fort The Lycian Princes set Blacke whirlwind-like with both their powers vpon the
though but two yet being both combinde The worke of many single hands we may performe we finde That Vertue coaugmented thriues in men of little minde But we haue singly matcht the great This said the God again With all his conflicts visited the ventrous fight of men The king turnd to his tent rich armes put on his brest and toooke Two darts in hand and forth he flew his haste on made him looke Much like a fierie Meteor with which Ioues sulphrie hand Opes heauen and hurles about the aire bright flashes showing aland Abodes that euer run before tempest and plagues to men So in his swift pace shew'd his armes he was encountred then By his good friend Meriones yet neare his tent to whom Thus spake the powre of Idomen What reason makes thee come Thou sonne of Molus my most lou'd thus leauing fight alone Is' t for some wound the Iauelins head still sticking in the bone Desir'st thou ease of Bring'st thou newes or what is it that brings Thy presence hither Be assur'd my spirite needs no stings To this hote conflict Of my selfe thou seest I come and loth For any tents loue to deserue the hatefull taint of Sloth He answerd Onely for a dart he that retreat did make Were any left him at his tent for that he had he brake On proud Deiphobus his shield Is one dart all said he Take one and twentie if thou like for in my tent they be They stand there shining by the walls I tooke them as my prise From those false Troians I haue slaine And this is not the guise Of one that loues his tent or fights afarre off with his foe But since I loue fight therefore doth my martiall starre bestow Besides those darts helmes targets bost and corslets bright as day So I said Merion at my tent and sable barke may say I many Troian spoiles retaine but now not neare they be To serue me for my present vse and therefore aske I thee Not that I lacke a fortitude to store me with my owne For euer in the formost fights that render men renowne I fight when any fight doth stirre and this perhaps may well Be hid to others but thou know'st and I to thee appeale I know replide the king how much thou weigh'st in euerie worth What needst thou therefore vtter this If we should now chuse forth The worthiest men for ambushes in all our fleet and host For ambushes are seruices that trie mens vertues most Since there the fearefull and the firme will as they are appeare The fearefull altering still his hue and rests not any where Nor is his spirit capable of th' ambush constancie But riseth changeth still his place and croucheth curiously On his bent hanches halfe his height scarce seene aboue the ground For feare to be seene yet must see his heart with many a bound Offring to leape out of his breast and euer fearing death The coldnesse of it makes him gnash and halfe shakes out his teeth Where men of valour neither feare nor euer change their lookes From lodging th' ambush till it rise buut since there must be strokes Wish to be quickly in their midst thy strength and hand in these Who should reproue For if farre off or fighting in the prease Thou shouldst be wounded I am sure the dart that gaue the wound Should not be drawne out of thy backe or make thy necke the ground But meete thy bellie or thy breast in thrusting further yet When thou art furthest till the first and before him thou get Buton like children let not vs stand bragging thus but do Lest some heare and past measure chide that we stand still and wooe Go chuse a better dart and make Mars yeeld a better chance This said Mars-swift Meriones with haste a brazen lance Tooke from his tent and ouertooke most carefull of the wars Idomeneus And such two in field as harmfull Mars And Terror his beloued sonne that without terror fights And is of such strength that in warre the frighter he affrights When out of Thrace they both take armes against th' Ephyran bands Or gainst the great-soul'd Phlegians nor fauour their owne hands But giue the grace to others still In such sort to the fight Marcht these two managers of men in armours full of light And first spake Merion On which part sonne of Deucalion Serues thy mind to inuade the fight is' t best to set vpon The Troians in our battels aide the right or left-hand wing For all parts I suppose employd To this the Cretan king Thus answerd In our nauies midst are others that assist The two Aiaces Teucer too with shafts the expertest Of all the Grecians and though small is great in fights of stand And these though huge he be of strengh will serue to fill the hand Of Hectors selfe that Priamist that studier for blowes It shall be cald a deed of height for him euen suffring throwes For knocks still to out labour them and bettring their tough hands Enflame our fleet if Ioue himselfe cast not his fier-brands Amongst our nauie that affaire no man can bring to field Great Aiax Telamonius to none aliue will yeeld That yeelds to death and whose life takes Ceres nutritions That can be cut with any iron or pasht with mightie stones Not to Aeacides himselfe he yeelds for combats set Though cleare he must giue place for pace and free swinge of his feete Since then the battell being our place of most care is made good By his high valour let our aid see all powres be withstood That charge the left wing and to that let vs direct our course Where quickly feele we this hote foe or make him feele our force This orderd swift Meriones went and forewent his king Till both arriu'd where one enioynd when in the Greeks left wing The Troians saw the Cretan king like fire in fortitude And his attendant in bright armes so gloriously indude Both chearing the sinister troopes all at the king addrest And so the skirmish at their sternes on both parts were increast That as from hollow bustling winds engenderd stormes arise Simile When dust doth chiefly clog the waies which vp into the skies The wanton tempest rauisheth begetting Night of Day So came together both the foes both Iusted to assay And worke with quicke steele eithers death Mans fierce Corruptresse Fight Set vp her bristles in the field with lances long and light Which thicke fell foule on eithers face the splendor of the steele In new skowrd curets radiant caskes and burnisht shields did seele Th'assailers eyes vp He sustaind a huge spirit that was glad To see that labour or in soule that stood not stricken sad Thus these two disagreeing Gods old Saturns mightie sonnes Afflicted these heroique men with huge oppressions Ioue honouring Aeacides to let the Greeks still trie Their want without him would bestow yet still the victorie On Hector and the Troian powre yet for Aeacides And honor of his mother
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and therfore I accordingly translate it And note this beside both out of this place and many others how excellent an Anatomist our Homer was whose skill in those times me thinkes should be a secret The end of the fourteenth Booke of Homers Iliads THE FIFTEENTH BOOK OF HOMERS ILIADS. THE ARGVMENT IOue waking and beholding Troy in flight Chides Iuno and sends Iris to the fight To charge the sea-god to forsake the field And Phoebus to inuade it with his shield Recouering Hectors broosde and crased powres To field he goes and makes new conquerours The Troians giuing now the Grecians chace Euen to their fleete Then Aiax turnes his face And feeds with many Troian liues his ire Who then brought brands to set the fleete on fire Another Argument Ioue sees in O his ouersight Chides Iuno Neptune cals from fight THe Troians beate past pale and dike and numbers prostrate laide All got to chariot feare-driuen all and fear'd as men dismaide Then Ioue on Idas top awakt rose from Saturnias side Stood vp and lookt vpon the warre and all inuerted spide Since he had seene it th' Ilians now in rowt the Greeks in fight King Neptune with his long sword Chiefe great Hector put downe quite Laide flat in field and with a crowne of Princes compassed So stopt vp that he scarce could breath his minds sound habite fled And he still spitting blood Indeed his hurt was not set on By one that was the weakest Greeke But him Ioue lookt vpon With eyes of pittie on his wife with horrible aspect To whom he said O thou in ill most cunning Architect Iupiters wrath against Iuâ—… All Arts and comments that exceedst not onely to enforce Hector from fight but with his men to shew the Greeks a course I feare as formerly so now these ils haue with thy hands Their first fruits sowne and therefore could lode all thy lims with bands Forgetst thou when I hangd thee vp how to thy feete I tyed Two Anuils golden manacles on thy false wrists implied And let thee mercilesly hang from our refined heauen Euen to earths vapors all the gods in great Olympâ—…s giuen To mutinies about thee yet though all stood staring on None durst dissolue thee for these hands had they but seisd vpon Thy friend had headlong throwne him off from our star-bearing round Till he had tumbl'd out his breath and peecemeale dasht the ground Nor was my angry spirit calm'd so soone for those foule seas On which inducing Northerne flawes thou shipwrack'dst Hercules And tost him to the Coon shore that thou shouldst tempt againe My wraths importance when thou seest besides how grosly vaine My powres can make thy policies for from their vtmost force I freed my sonne and set him safe in Argos nurse of horse These I remember to thy thoughts that thou mayst shun these sleights And know how badly bed-sports thriue procur'd by base deceits This frighted the offending Queene who with this state excusde Her kind vnkindnesse Witnesse earth and heauen so farre diffusde Iunoes â—…th in clearing her self to Iupiter Thou Flood whose silent-gliding waues the vnder ground doth beare Which is the great'st and grauest oath that any god can sweare Thy sacred head those secretioyes that our yong bed gaue forth By which I neuer rashly swore that he who shakes the earth Not by my counsell did this wrong to Hector and his host But pittying th' oppressed Greekes their fleete being neerly lost Relieu'd their hard condition yet vtterly impeld By his free mind which since I see is so offensiue held To thy high pleasure I will now aduise him not to tread But where thy tempest-raising feete O Iupiter shall leade Ioue laught to heare her so submisse and said My faire-eyd loue If still thus thou and I were one in counsels held aboue Iupiters charge to Iuno and reconciliation Neptune would still in word and fact be ours if not in heart If then thy tongue and heart agree from hence to heauen depart To call the excellent in bowes the Raine-bow and the Sunne That both may visite both the hosts the Grecian armie one And that is Iris let her haste and make the sea-god cease T' assist the Greekes and to his court retire from warre in peace Let Phoebus on the Troian part inspire with wonted powre Great Hectors spirits make his thoughts forget the late sterne houre And all his anguish setting on his whole recouer'd man To make good his late grace in fight and hold inconstant wane The Grecian glories till they fall in flight before the fleete Of vext Achilles which extreme will proue the meane to greete Thee with thy wish for then the eyes of great Aeacides Made witnesse of the generall ill that doth so neare him prease Will make his owne particular looke out and by degrees Abate his wrath that through himselfe for no extremities Will seeme reflected yet his friend may get of him the grace To helpe his countrey in his Armes and he shall make fit place For his full presence with his death which shall be well forerunne For I will first renowne his life with slaughter of my sonne Diuine Sarpedon and his death great Hectors powre shall wreake Ending his ends Then at once out shall the furie breake Of fierce Achilles and with that the flight now felt shall turne And then last till in wrathfull flames the long-sieg'd Ilion burne Mineruaes counsell shall become graue meane to this my will Which no god shall neglect before Achilles take his fill Of slaughter for his slaughterd friend euen Hectors slaughter throwne Vnder his anger that these facts may then make fully knowne My vowes performance made of late and with my bowed head Confirm'd to Thetis when her armes embrac't my knees and praid That to her citie-racing sonne I would all honour shew This heard his charge she seem'd t' intend and to Olympus flew But as the mind of such a man that hath a great way gone Sâ—… And either knowing not his way or then would let alone His purposde iourney is distract and in his a vexed mind Resolues now not to go now goes still many wayes inclin'd So reuerend Iuno headlong flew and'gainst her stomacke striu'd For being amongst th' immortall gods in high heauen soone arriu'd All rising welcoming with cups her litle absence thence She all their courtships ouerpast with solemne negligence Saue that which faire-cheekt Themis shewd and her kind â—…up she tooke Tâ—…â—…o 〈◊〉 For first she ranne and met with her and askt What tâ—…oubled looke She brought to heauen She thought for truth that Ioue had tertiâ—… Her spirits strangely since she went The faire arm'd Queene replide That truth may easily be supposde you goddesse Themis know 〈◊〉 â—…ply His old seueritie and pride buâ—… you bear 't out with show And like the banquets arbiter amongst th'Immortals fare Though well you heare amongst them all how bad his actions are Nor are all here nor
as victors absolute informe him this from me His pride and my contempt shall liue at endlesse enmitie This said he left the Greeks and rusht into his watrie throne Much mist of all the th'heroicke host When Ioue discern'd him gone Apolloes seruice he employd and said Lou'd Phoebus go To Hector now th'earth-shaking god hath taken sea and so Iupiter to Apollâ—… Shrunke from the horrors I denounc't which standing he and all The vnder-seated deities that circle Saturnes fall Had heard of me in such a fight as had gone hard for them But both for them and me t is best that thus they flie th' extreme That had not past vs without sweate Now then in thy hands take My Adder-fring'd affrighting shield which with such terror shake That Feare may shake the Greekes to flight besides this adde thy care O Phoebus farre-off-shooting god that this so sickly fare Of famous Hector be recur'd and quickly so excite His amplest powres that all the Greeks may grace him with their â—…iht Euen to their ships and Hellespont and then will I deuise All words and facts againe for Greece that largely may suffice To breathe them from their instant toiles Thus from th'Idean height Like ayres swift-pigeon-killer stoupt the far-shot God of light And found great Hector sitting vp not stretcht vpon his bed Apollo visits Hector Not wheasing with a stopt-vp spirit not in cold sweates but fed With fresh and comfortable veines but his mind all his owne But round about him all his friends as well as euer knowne And this was with the mind of Ioue that flew to him before Apollo came who as he saw no signe of any sore Askt like a chearfull visitant why in this sickly kind Great Hector sitst thou so apart can any griefe of mind Inuade thy fortitude He spake but with a feeble voice Hector to Apollo O thou the best of deities why since I thus reioyce By thy so serious benefite demandst thou as in mirth And to my face if I were ill for more then what thy worth Must needs take note of doth not Fame from all mouthes fill thine 〈◊〉 That as my hand at th'Achiue fleete was making massacres Of men whom valiant Aiax led his strength strooke with a stone All powre of more hurt from my brest my very soule was gone And once to day I thought to see the house of Dis and Death Be strong said he for such a spirit now sends the god of breath Apollo to Hector From airie Ida as shall runne through all Greeke spirits in thee Apollo with the golden sword the cleare farre-seer see Him who betwixt death and thy life twixt ruine and those towres Ere this day oft hath held his shield Come then be all thy powres In wonted vigour let thy knights with all their horse assay The Grecian fleete my selfe will leade and scoure so cleare the way That Flight shall leaue no Greeke a Rub. Thus instantly inspir'd Were all his nerues with matchlesse strength and then his friends he fir'd Against their foes when to his eyes his eares confirm'd the god Then as a goodly headed Hart or Goate bred in the wood Simile A rout of country huntsmen chase with all their hounds in crie The beast yet or the shadie woods or rocks excessiue hie Keepe safe or our vnwieldie fates that euen in hunters sway Barre them the poore beasts pulling downe when straight the clamorous fray Cals out a Lion hugely man'd and his abhorred view Turnes headlong in vnturning flight though ventrous all the crew So hitherto the chasing Greeks their slaughter dealt by troupes But after Hector was beheld range here and there then stoupes The boldest courage then their heeles tooke in their dropping harts And then spake Andremonides a man of farre-best parts Of all th' Aetolians skild in darts strenuous in fights of stand And one of whom few of the Greekes could get the better hand For Rhetorique when they fought with words with all which being wise Thus spake he to his Grecian friends O mischiefe now mine eyes Andremonides to the Greekes Discerne no litle miracle Hector escapt from death And all recouerd when all thought his soule had sunke beneath The hands of Aiax but some God hath sau'd and freed againe Him that but now dissolu'd the knees of many a Grecian And now I feare will weaken more for not without the hand Of him that thunders can his powres thus still the forefights stand Thus still triumphant heare me then our troupes in quicke retreate Let 's draw vp to our fleete and we that boast our selues the Great Stand firme and trie if these that raise so high their charging daâ—…ts May be resisted I beleeue euen this great heart of harts Will feare himselfe to be too bold in charging thorow vs. They easely heard him and obeyd when all the generous They cald t' encounter Hectors charge and turn'd the common men Backe to the fleete and these were they that brauely furnisht then The fierce forefight th' Aiaces both the worthy Cretan king The Mars-like Meges Merion and Teucer Vp then bring The Troian chiefes their men in heapes before whom amply pac't Marcht Hector and in front of him Apollo who had cast About his bright aspect a cloud and did before him beare Ioues huge and each-where shaggie shield which to containe in feare Offending men the god-smith gaue to Ioue with this he led The Troian forces The Greeks stood a feruent clamor spred The aire on both sides as they ioyn'd out flew the shafts and darts Some falling short but othersome found buts in brests and harts As long as Phoebuâ—… held but out his horrid shield so long 〈◊〉 sight discomfits thâ—… 〈◊〉 The darts flew raging either way and death grew both wayes strong But when the Greeks had seene his face and who it was that shooke The bristled targe knew by his voice then all their strengths forsooke Their nerues and minds and then looke how a goodly herd of Neate Similâ—… Or wealthy flocke of sheepe being close and dreadlesse at their meate In some blacke midnight sodainly and not a keeper neere A brace of horrid Beares rush in and then flie here and there The poore affrighted flocks or herds So euery way disperst The heartlesse Grecians so the Sunne their headstrong chace reuerst To headlong flight and that day raisde with all grace Hectors head Arcesilaus then he slue and Stichius Stichius led Boeotias brazen-coted men the other was the friend Of mightie-soul'd Menestheus Aeneas brought to end Medon and Iasus Medon was the brother though but base Of swift Oileades and dwelt farre from his breeding place In Phylaca the other led th' Athenian bands his Sire Was Spelus Bucolus his sonne Mecistheus did expire Beneath Polydamas his hand Polites Echius slew Iust at the ioyning of the hosts Agenor ouerthrew Clonius Bold Deiochus felt Alexanders lance It strooke his shoulders vpper part and did his
on the yong Antiloâ—…us Antilochâ—…s in all our host there is not one of vs Menelaus to Antilochus More yong then thou more swift of foote nor with both those so strong O would thou wouldst then for thou canst one of this lustie throng That thus comes skipping out before whoeuer any where Make sticke for my sake twixt both hosts and leaue his bold blood there He said no sooner and retir'd but forth he rusht before The foremost fighters yet his eye did euery way explore For doubt of ods out flew his lance the Troians did abstaine While he was darting yet his dart he cast not off in vaine For Menalippus that rare sonne of great Hycetaon Antiâ—…â—…ters Meâ—…ppus As brauely he put foorth to fight it fiercely flew vpon And at the nipple of his breast his breast and life did part And then much like an eager hound cast off at some yong Hart Simile Hurt by the hunter that had left his couert then but new The great-in-warte Antilochus O Menalippus flew On thy torne bosome for thy spoyle But thy death could not lie Hid to great Hector who all haste made to thee and made flie Antilochus although in watre he were at all parts skild But as some wild beast hauing done some shrewd turne either kild The heardsman or the heardsman dogge and skulks away before The gatherd multitude makes in so Nestors sonne forbore A Simile suiting the other before to the life But after him with horrid cryes both Hector and the rest Showres of teare-thirstie lances powr'd who hauing arm'd his brest With all his friends he turn'd it then Then on the ships all Troy Like raw-flesh-nourisht Lions rusht and knew they did imploy Their powres to perfect Ioues high will who still their spirits enflam'd And quencht the Grecians one renownd the other often sham'd For Hectors glorie still he stood and euer went about To make him cast the fleet such fire as neuer should go our Heard Theâ—… foule petition and wisht in any wise The splendor of the burning ships might satiate his eyes From him yet the repulse was then to be on Troy conferd The honor of it giuen the Greeks which thinking on he stird With such addition of his spirit the spirit Hector bore To burne the fleet that of it selfe was hote enough before But now he far'd like Mars himselfe so brandishing his lance As through the deepe shades of a hill a raging fire should glance Held vp to all eyes by a hill about his lips a fome Hâ—…s 〈◊〉 appâ—… Stood as when th' Ocean is enrag'd his eyes were ouercome With feruour and resembl'd flames set off by his darke browes And from his temples his bright helme abhorred lightnings throwes For Ioue from foorth the sphere of starres to his state put his owne And all the blaze of both the hosts confin'd in him alone And all this was since after this he had not long to liue This lightning flew before his death which Pallas was to giue A small time thence and now prepar'd beneath the violence Of great Pelides In meane time his present eminence Thought all things vnder it and he still where he saw the stands Of greatest strength and brauest arm'd there he would proue his hands Or no where offering to breake through But that past all his powre Although his will * were past all theirs they stood him like a towre Conioynd so firme that as a rocke exceeding high and great And standing neare the hoarie sea beares many a boisterous threate Of high-voic't winds and billowes huge belcht on it by the stormes So stood the Greeks great Hectors charge nor stird theâ—… battellous formes He guirt in fire borne for the fleet still rusht at euery troope And fell vpon it like a waue high raisd that then doth stoope Simile Out from the clouds grows as it stoops with stormes then downe doth come And cuffe a ship when all her sides are hid in brackish some Strong gales still raging in her sailes her sailers minds dismaid Death being but little from their liues so Ioue-like Hector fraid And plyde the Greeks who knew not what would chance for all their guards And as the banefull king of beasts leapt in to Oxen heards Simile Fed in the meddowes of a fenne exceeding great the beasts In number infinite mongst whom their heardsmen wanting breasts To fight with Lions for the price of a blacke Oxes life He here and there iumps first and last in his bloodthirstie strife Chac't and assaulted and at length downe in the midst goes one And all the rest sperst through the fenne so now all Greece was gone So Hector in a flight from heauen vpon the Greciaâ—…s cast Turnd all their backs yet onely one his deadly lance laid fast Braue Mycenaus Periphes Cypraeus dearest sonne Who of the heauens-Queene-lou'd-king great 〈◊〉 wonne The grace to greet in Ambassie the strength of Hercules Was farre superiour to his sire in feete fight noblenes Of all the vertues and all those did such a wisedome guide As all Mycena could not match and this man dignified Stil making greater his renowne the state of Priams sonne For his vnhappie hastie foote as he addrest to runne Stucke in th' extreme ring of his shield that to his ankles reachâ—… And downe he vpwards fell his fall vp from the center fetcht A huge sound with his head and helme which Hectâ—… quickly spide Ranne in and in his worthy breast his lances head did hide And slue about him all his friends who could not giue him aide They grieu'd and of his god-like foe fled so extreme afraid And now amongst the nearest ships that first were drawne to shore The Greeks were driuen beneath whose sides behind them and before And into them they powr'd themselues and thence were driuen againe Vp to their tents and there they stood not daring to maintaine Their guards more outward but betwixt the bounds of Feare and Shame Chear'd still each other when th' old man that of the Grecian name Was cald the pillar euery man thus by his parents praid O friends be men and in your minds let others shames be weigh'd Know you haue friends besides your selues possessions parents wiues Nestor to the Greekes As well those that are dead to you as those ye loue with liues All sharing still their good or bad with yours by these I pray That are not present and the more should therefore make ye wey Their misse of you as yours of them that you will brauely stand And this forc't flight you haue sustain'd at length yet countermand Supplies of good words thus supplide the deeds and spirits of all And so at last Minerua clear'd the cloud that Ioue let fall Minerua cleares the darknes Ioue powred on the Grecian armie Before their eyes a mightie light flew beaming euery way As well about their ships as where their darts did hotest play Then saw they Hector great in armes and
some all Troy were laid vpon So like those torrents roar'd they backe to windie Ilion And so like tempests blew the horse with rauishing backe againe Those hote aâ—…sailants all their workes at fleete now rendred vaine Patroclus when he had disperst the formost Phalanxes Cald backe his forces to the fleete and would not let them prease As they desir'd too neare the towne but twixt the ships and floud And their steepe rampire his hand steept Reuenge in seas of bloud Then Pronous was first that fell beneath his fierie lance Which strooke his bare brest neare his shield The second Thestors chance Old Enops sonne did make himselfe who shrinking and set close In his faire seate euen with th'approch Patroclus made did lose All manly courage insomuch that from his hands his raines Fell flowing downe and his right iaw Patroclus lance attaines Strooke through his teeth and there it stucke and by it to him drew Dead Thestor to his chariot it shewd as when you view Simile An Anglet from some prominent rocke draw with his line and hooke A mightie fish out of the sea for so the Greeke did plucke The Troian gaping from his seate his iawes op't with the dart Which when Patroclus drew he fell his life and brest did part Then rusht he on Eryalus at whom he hurl'd a stone Which strake his head so in the midst that two was made of one Two wayes it fell cleft through his caske and then Tlepolemus Epaltes Damastorides Euippus Echius Ipheas bold Amphoterus and valiant Erymas And Polymelus by his sire surnam'd Argeadas He heapt vpon the much-fed earth When Ioues most worthy sonne Diuine Sarpedon saw these friends thus stayd and others runne â—…arpedon to the 〈◊〉 O shame why flie ye then he cride now shew ye feete enow Oâ—… keepe your way my selfe will meete the man that startles you To make me vnderstand his name that flants in conquest thus And hath so many able knees so soone dissolu'd to vs. Downe iumpt he from his chariot downe leapt his foe as light And as on some farre-looking rocke a cast of Vultures fight Simile Flie on each other strike and trusse part meete and then sticke by Tug both with crooked beakes and seres crie fight and fight and cry So fiercely fought these angry kings and shew'd as bitter gals Ioue turning eyes to this sterne fight his wife and sister cals 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the fate of 〈◊〉 And much mou'd for the Lycian Prince said O that to my sonne Fate by this day and man should cut a thread so nobly spunne Two minds distract me if I should now rauish him from fight And set him safe in Lycia or giue the Fates their right Austere Saturnius she replide what vniust words are theiâ—…e 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 A mortall long since markt by Fate wouldst thou immortalise Do but by no god be approu'd free him and numbers more Sonnes of immortals will liue free that death must taste before These gates of Ilion euery god will haue his sonne a god Or storme extremely Giue him then an honest period In braue fight by Patroclus sword if he be deare to thee Aâ—…d grieues thee for his danger'd life of which when he is free Let Death and Somnus beare him hence till Lycias naturall wombe Receiue him from his brothers hands and citizens a Tombe And columne raisd to him this is the honor of the dead She said and her speech rul'd his powre but in his safeties stead For sad ostent of his neare death he steept his liuing name In drops of blood heauen swet for him which earth drunke to his fame And now as this high combat grew to this too humble end Sarpedons death had this state more t was vsherd by his friend And chariotere braue Thrasimed whom in his bellies rim Patroclus wounded with his lance and endlesse ended him And then another act of name foreranne his princely fate His first lance missing he let flie a second that gaue date Sarpedon 〈◊〉 Pedasus one of â—…chilles horse Of violent death to Pedasus who as he ioy'd to die By his so honorable hand did euen in dying ney His ruine startl'd th' other steeds the geres crackt and the raines Strappl'd his fellowes whose mis-rule Automedoâ—… restraines By cutting the intangling geres and so dissundering quite The braue-slaine Beast when both the rest obeyd and went foreright And then the royall combattants fought for the finall stroke The last 〈◊〉 of Sarpedon and Patroclus When Lycias Generall mist againe his high-raisde 〈◊〉 tooke Aboue his shoulder emptie way But no such 〈◊〉 flight Patroclus let his speare performe that on the breast did light Of his braue foe where lifes strings close about the solid hart Impressing a recurelesse wound his kâ—…ees then left their part And let him fall when like an Oke a Poplar or a Pine New feld by arts-men on the hils â—…e stretcht his forme 〈◊〉 Before his horse and chariot And as a Lion leapes Simile Vpon a goodly yellow Bull driues all the herd in heapes And vnder his vnconquerd iawes the braue beast sighing diâ—…s So sigh'd Sarpedon vnderneath this prince of enemies Cald Glaucus to him his deare friend and said Now 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 dying to Glaucus his friend Much dutie owe to fight and armes now for my loue it 〈◊〉 Thy heart in much hand to approue that warre 〈◊〉 harmefull 〈◊〉 How actiue all thy forces are this one houres act must show 〈◊〉 First call our Lycian Captaines vp looke round and bring vp 〈◊〉 And all exhort to stand like friends about Sarpedons fall And spend thy selfe thy steele for me for be assurd no day Of all thy life to thy last houre can cleare thy blacke dismay In woe and infamie for me if I be taken hence Spoil'd of mine armes and thy renowme despoil'd of my defence Stand firme then and confirme thy men This said the bounds of death Concluded all sight to his eyes and to his nosthrils breath Patroclus though his guard was strong forc't way through euery doubt Climb'd his high bosome with his foote and pluckt his iauelin out And with it drâ—…w the filme and strings of his yet-panting hart And last together with the pile his princely soule did part His horse spoil'd both of guide and king thicke snoâ—…ing and amaz'd And apt to flight the Myrmâ—…dons made nimbly to and seaz'd Glaucus to heare his friend aske aide of him past all the râ—…st Though well he knew his wound vncur'd Confusion fild his brest The sorrow of Glaucus for Sarpedon and praier to Phâ—…bus Not to haue good in any powre and yet so much good will And laying his hand vpon his wound that pain'd him sharply still And was by Teucers hand set on from their assail'd steepe wall In keeping hurt from other men he did on Phoebus call The god of Medcines for his cure Thou king of cures said he That art perhaps in
Lycia with her rich progeniâ—… Or here in Troy but any where since thou hast powre to heare O giue a hurt and wofull man as I am now thine eare This arme sustaines a cruell wound whose paines shoot euery way Afflict this shoulder and this hand and nothing long can stay A fluxe of blood still issuing nor therefore can I stand With any enemie in fight nor hardly make my hand Support my lance and here lies dead the worthiest of men Sarpedon worthy sonne to Ioue whose power could yet abstaine From all aide in this deadly need giue thou then aide to me O king of all aide to men hurt asswage th'extremitie Of this armes anguish giue it strength that by my president I may excite my men to blowes and this dead corse preuent Of further violence He praid and kind Apollo heard Allayd his anguish and his wound of all the blacke bloud clear'd That vext it so infusde fresh powres into his weakened mind And all his spirits flow'd with ioy that Phoebus stood inclin'd In such quicke bountie to his prayres Then as Sarpedon wild He cast about his greedie eye and first of all instild To all his Captaines all the stings that could inflame their fight For good Sarpedon And from them he stretcht his speedie pace T' Agenor Hector Venus sonne and wise Polydamas And onely naming Hector said Hector you now forget 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to Hector Your poore auxiliarie friends that in your toiles haue swet Their friendlesse soules out farre from home Sarpedon that sustain'd With Iustice and his vertues all broade Lycia hath not gain'd The like guard for his person here for yonder dead he lies Beneath the great Patroclus lance but come let your supplies Good friends stand neare him O disdaine to see his corse defil'd With Grecian furie and his armes by their oppressions spoil'd The Myrmidons are come enrag'd that such a mightie boote Of Greekes Troys darts haue made at fleete This said from head to foote Griefe strooke their powres past patience and not to be restrain'd To heare newes of Sarpedons death who though he appertain'd To other cities yet to theirs he was the very Fort And led a mightie people there of all whose better sort Himselfe was best This made them runne in flames vpon the foe The first man Hector to whose heart Sarpedons death did go Patroclus stird the Grecian spirits and first th' Aiaces thus Patroclus to the Grecians and particularly to both the 〈◊〉 Now brothers be it deare to â—…ou to fight and succour vs As euer heretofore ye did wiâ—… men first excellent The man lies slaine that first did scale and raze the battlement That crown'd our wall the Lycian Prince But if we now shall adde Force to his corse and spoile his armes a prise may more be had Of many great ones that for him will put on to the death To this worke these were prompt enough and each side ordereth Those Phalanxes that most had rate of resolutions The Troiaâ—…s and the Lycian powres the Greeks and Myrmidoâ—…s These ranne together for the corse and closde with horrid cries Their armours thundering with the claps laid on about the prise And Ioue about th' impetuous broile pernicious night powr'd out As long as for his loued sonne pernicious Labour fought The first of Troy the first Greekes foil'd when not the last indeed Amongst the Myrmidons was slaine the great Aiacleus seed Diuine Epigeus that before had exercisde command In faire Budaeus but because he laid a bloudie hand On his owne sisters valiant sonne To Peleus and his Queene He came for pardon and obtain'd His slaughter being the meane He came to Troy and so to this He ventur'd euen to touch The princely carkasse when a stone did more to him by much Sent out of able Hectors hand it cut his skull in twaine And strooke him dead Patroclus grieu'd to see his friend so slaine Before the foremost thrust himselfe and as a Faulcon frayes Siâ—…ile A flocke of Stares or Caddesses such feare brought his assayes Amongst the Troians and their friends and angry at the hart As well as grieu'd for him so slaine another stonie dart As good as Hectors he let flie that dusted in the necke Of Sthenelaus thrust his head to earth first and did breake The nerues in sunder with his fall off fell the Troiaâ—…s too Euen Hectors selfe and all as farre as any man can throw Prouokt for games or in the warres to shed an enemies soule A light long dart The first that turn'd was he that did controule The Targatiers of Lycia Prince 〈◊〉 who to hell Sent Bathycleus Chalcoâ—…s sonne he did in Hellas dwell And shin'd for wealth and happinesse amongst the Myrmidons His bosomes midst the Iauelin strooke his fall gat earth with grones The Greeks grieu'd and the Troâ—…ns ioy'd for so renowm'd a man About whom stood the Grecians firme and then the death began On Troyes side by Meriones he slue one great in warre 〈◊〉 Onâ—…tors sonne the Priest of Iupiter Created in th'Idean hill Betwixt his iaw and eare The dart stucke fast and loosde his soule sad mists of Hate and Feare Inuading him Anchises sonne dispatcht a brazen lance At bold Meriones and hop't to make an equall chance On him with bold 〈◊〉 though vnder his broade shield He lay so close But he discern'd and made his bodie yeeld So low that ouer him it flew and trembling tooke the ground With which Mars made it quench his thirst and since the head could wound No better bodie and yet throwne from nere the worse a hand It turnd from earth and lookt awrie Aeneas let it stand 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 Much angrie at the vaine euent and told Meriones He scap't but hardly nor had cause to hope for such successe Another time though well he knew his dancing facultie By whose agilitie he scap't for had his dart gone by With any least touch instantly he had bene euer slaine He answerd Though thy strength be good it cannot render vaine 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 The strength of others with thy iests nor art thou so diuine But when my lance shall touch at thee with equall spâ—…d to thine Death will share with it thy lifes powres thy confidence can shun No more then mine what his right claimes Menâ—…tius noble sonne Rebuk't Meriones and said What needst thou vse this speech Nor thy strength is approu'd with words good friend nor can we reach The bodie nor make th' enemie yeeld with these our counterbraues We must enforce the binding earth to hold them in her graues If you will warre Fight will you speake giue counsell counsell blowes Are th' ends of warres and words talke here the time in vaine bestowes He said and led and nothing lesse for any thing he said His speech being season'd with such right the Worthy seconded And then as in a sounding vale neare neighbour to a hill Simile Wood-fellers make a farre-heard noise with
〈◊〉 c. These last verses in the originall by many 〈◊〉 ancients haue suffered expunction as being vnworthy the mouth of an Heroe because he 〈◊〉 to make such a wish in them which is as poorely conceipted of the expâ—…gers as the rest of the places in Homer that haue groned or laughed vnder their 〈◊〉 Achilles not out of his heart which any true eye may see wishing it but out of a 〈◊〉 and delightsome humour being merry with his friend in priuate which the verse following in part expresseth 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Sic hi quidem talia inter se loquebantur Inter se intimating the meaning aforesaid But our diuine Maisters most 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the life of things which is the soule of a Poeme is neuer respected nor 〈◊〉 by his Interpreters onely standing pedantically on the Grammar and words vtterly ignorant of the sence and grace of him b 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 c. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 c. Agnouit autem Aiax in animo inculpato operadeorum 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 exhorruitque Another most ingenious and spritefull imitation of the life and ridiculous humor os Aiax I must needs note here because it flies all his Translators and Interpreters who take it meerely for serious when it is apparently scopticall and ridiculous with which our author would delite his vnderstanding Reader and mixe mirth with matter He saith that Hector cut off the head of Aiax lance which he seeing would needs affect a kind of prophetique wisedome with which he is neuer charged in Homer and imagined strongly the cutting off his lances head cast a figure thus deepe that as Hector cut off that Ioue would vtterly cut off the heads of their counsels to that fight and giue the Troians victory which to take seriously and grauely is most dull and as I may say Aianticall the voyce 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 which they expound praecidebat and indeed iâ—… tondebat 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 signifying most properly tondeo helping well to decipher the Ironie But to vnderstand grauely that the cutting off his lances head argued Ioues intent to cut off their counsels and to allow the wit of Aiax for his so farre-fetcht apprehension I suppose no man can make lesse then idle and witlesse A plaine continuance therefore it is of Aiax humor whom in diuers other places he playes vpon as in 〈◊〉 him in the eleuenth booke to a mill Asse and else where to be noted hereafter c 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 by Sleepe and Death which he ingeniously calleth Twins was the body of Ioues sonne Sarpedon taken from the fight and borne to Lycia On which place Eustathius doubts whether truly and indeed it was transferd to Lycia and he makes the cause of his doubt this That Death and Sleepe are inania quaedam things empty and voide 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 not solid or firme persons 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 but quae nihil ferre possunt And therefore he thought there was 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 quoddam that is some voyde or emptie sepulcher or monument prepared for that Heroe in Lycia c. or else makes another strange translation of it by wonder which Spondanus thinkes to haue happened truly But rather would interprete it merely and nakedly apoeticall fiction his reason I will forbeare to vtter because it is vnworthy of him But would not a man wonder that our great and graâ—…e Eustathius would doubt whether Sleepe and Death carried Sarpedons person personally to Lycia or not rather make no question of the contrary Homer nor any Poets end in such poeticall relations being to affirme the truth of things personally done but to please with the truth of their matchlesse wits and some worthy doctrine conueyed in it Nor would Homer haue any one beleeue the personall transportance of Sarpedon by Sleepe and Death but onely varieth and graceth his Poeme with these Prosopopeiaes and deliuers vs this most ingenious and graue doctrine in it that the Heroes body for which both those mightie Hosts so mightily contended Sleepe and Death those same quaedam inania tooke from all their personall and solid forces Wherein he would further note to vs that from all the bitterest and deadliest conflicts and tyrannies of the world Sleepe and Death when their worst is done deliuers and transfers men a little mocking withall the vehement and greedy prosecutions of tyrants and souldiers against or for that which two such deedlesse poore things takes from all their Emperie And yet against Eustathius manner of sleighting their powers what is there of all things belonging to man so powerfull ouer him as Death and Sleep And why may not our Homer whose words I hold with Spondanus ought to be an vndisputable deed and authoritie with vs as well personate Sleepe and Death as all men besides personate Loue Anger Sloth c Thus onely where the sence and soule of my most worthily reuerenced Author is abused or not seene I still insist and gleane these few poore corne eares after all other mens haruests The end of the sixteenth Booke THE XVII BOOKE OF HOMERS ILIADS. THE ARGVMENT A Dreadfull fight about Patroclus corse Euphorbus slaine by Menelaus force Hector in th'armour of Aeacides Antilochus relating the decease O slaine Patroclus to faire Thetis sonne The body from the striuing Toians wonne Th' Aiaces making good the after field Make all the subiect that this booke doth yeeld Another Argument In Rho the ventrous hosts maintaine A slaughterous conflict for the slaine NOr could his slaughter rest conceald from Menelans eare Who flew amongst the formost fights with his targe speare Circled the body as much grieu'd and with as tender heed To keepe it theirs as any damme about her first-borne seed Not prouing what the paine of birth would make the loue before Nor to pursue his first attaint Euphorbus spirit forbore But seeing Menelaus chiefe in rescue of the dead Euphorbuâ—… to Menelaus This Euphorbus was he that in Ouid Pythagoras saith he was in the wars of Troy Assaid him thus Atrides ceasse and leaue the slaughtered With his embrew'd spoyle to the man that first of all our state And famous succours in faire fight made passage to his fate And therefore suffer me to weare the good name I haue wonne Amongst the Troians lest thy life repay what his hath done O Iupiter said he incenst Thou art no honest man Menclaus to Euphorbus To baost so past thy powre to do Not any Lion can Nor spotted Leopard nor Bore whose mind is mightiest In powring furie from his strength aduance so prowd a crest As Panthus fighting progenie But Hyperenors pride That ioy'd so little time his youth when he so vilifide My force in armes and cald me worst of all our cheualrie And stood my worst might teach ye all to shun this surcuidrie I thinke he came not safely home to tell his wife his acts Nor lesse right of thy insolence my equall fate exacts And will
heauy consorts to him in his cares Amongst them all Thetis appear'd and sacred comforters Made these short words Though we must grieue yet beare it thus my son It was no man that prostrated in this sad fashion Thy dearest friend it was a god that first laid on his hand Whose will is law the gods decrees no humane must withstand Do thou embrace this Fabricke of a god whose hand before Nere forg'd the like and such as yet no humane shoulder wore Thus setting downe The precious mettall of the armes was such That all the roome rung with the weight of euery slendrest touch Cold tremblings tooke the Myrmidons none durst sustaine all fear'd Achilles rapture at the sight of his armes T' oppose their eyes Achilles yet as soone as they appear'd Sterne Anger enterd From his eyes as if the day-starre rose A radiance terrifying men did all the state enclose At length he tooke into his hands the rich gift of the god And much pleasd to behold the art that in the shield he show'd He brake forth into this applause O mother these right well Shew an immortall fingers touch mans hand must neuer deale With armes againe Now I will arme yet that no honour make My friend forgotten I much feare lest with the blowes of flies His brasse-inflicted wounds are filde life gone his person lies All apt to putrifaction She bad him doubt no harme Of those offences she would care to keepe the petulant swarme Of flies that vsually taint the bodies of the slaine From his friends person though a yeare the earths top should sustaine His slaughterd body it should still rest sound and rather hold A better state then worse since time that death first made him cold And so bad call a Councell to dispose of new alarmes Where to the king that was the Pastor of that flocke in armes He should depose all anger and put on a fortitude Fit for his armes All this his powres with dreadfull strength indude She with her faire hand still'd into the nostrils of his friend Red Nectar and Ambrosia with which she did defend The Corse from putrifaction He trod along the shore And summon'd all th'Heroique Greekes with all that spent before Achilles 〈◊〉 all the Greeks to Counsell The time in exercise with him the Maisters Pilots to Victlers and all all when they saw Achilles summon so Swarm'd to the Councell hauing long left the laborious wars To all these came two halting kings true seruitors of Mars Tydides and wise Ithacus both leaning on their speares Their wounds still painefull and both these sat first of all the 〈◊〉 The last come was the king of men sore wounded with the lance Of Coon Antenorides All set the first in vtterance â—…hilles 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in the Councell Was Thetis sonne who rose and said Atrides had not this Conferd most profite to vs both when both our enmities Consum'd vs 〈◊〉 and for a wench whom when I chusde for prise In laying Lyrnessus ruin'd walls amongst our victories I would to heauen as first she set her daintie foote abord Dian as hand had tumbl'd off and with a iauelin gor'd For then th'vn measurable earth had not so thick bene gnawne In deaths conulsions by our friends since my affects were drawne To such distemper To our foe and to our foes chiefe friend Our iarre brought profite but the Greeks will neuer giue an end To thought of what it preiudic't them Past things yet past our aide Fit griefe for what wrath rulde in them must make th' amends repaid With that necessitie of loue that now forbids our irâ—… Which I with free affects obey T is for the senslesse fire Still to be burning hauing stuffe but men must curbe rage still Being fram'd with voluntarie powres as well to checke the will As giue it raines Giue you then charge that for our instant fight The Greeks may follow me to field to trie if still the Night Will beare out Troians at our ships I hope there is some one Amongst their chiefe encouragers will thanke me to be gone And bring his heart downe to his knees in that submission The Greeks reioyc't to heare the heart of Peleus mightie sonne So quallified And then the king not rising from his throne For his late hurt to get good 〈◊〉 thus orderd his â—…plie Princes of Greece your states shall suffer no indignitie 〈◊〉 to the Princes of Greece If being farre off ye stand and heare nor fits it such as stand At greater distance to disturbe the counsell now in hand By vprore in their too much care of hearing Some of force Must lose some words for hard it is in such a great concourse Though hearers eares be nere so sharpe to touch at all things spoke And in assemblies of such thrust how can a man prouoke Fit powre to heare or leaue to speake best auditors may there Lose fittest words and the most vocall Orator fit eare My maine end then to satisfie Pelides with replie My words shall prosecute To him my speech especially Shall beare direction Yet I wish the court in generall Would giue fit eare my speech shall need attention of all Oft haue our Peeres of Greece much blam'd my forcing of the prise Due to Achilles of which act not I but destinies And Ioue himselfe and blacke Erynnis that casts false mists still Betwixt vs and our actions done both by her powre and will Are authors what could I do then The very day and howre Of our debate that furie stole in that act on my powre And more All things are done by strife that ancient seed of Ioue Ate that hurts all perfects all Her feete are soft and moue Ate the goddeâ—… of contâ—…ion Not on the earth they beare her still aloft men heads and there The harmefull hurts them Nor was I alone her prisoner Ioue best of men and gods hath bene Not he himselfe hath gone Beyond her fetters no she made a woman put them on For when Alcmena was to vent the force of Hercules In well wall'd Thebes thus Ioue triumpht Heare gods and goddesses The words my ioyes vrg'd In this day Lucina bringing paine To labouring women shall produce into the light of men A man that all his neighbour kings shall in his Empire hold And vant that more then manly race whose honor'd veines enfold My eminent blood Saturnia conceiu'd a present sleight And vrg'd confirmance of his vant t' infringe it her conceipt In this sort vrg'd Thou wilt not hold thy word with this rare man Or if thou wilt confirme it with the oath Olympian That whosoeuer fals this day betwixt a womans knees Of those mens stockes that from thy blood deriue their pedigrees Shall all his neighbour townes command Ioue ignorant of fraude Iunoâ—… deceipt of Iupiter Tooke that great oth which his great ill gaue little cause t'applaude Downe from Olympus top she stoopt and quickly reacht the place In Argos where the famous
should we mourne too much Who dead is must be buried mens patience should be such That one dayes mone should serue one man the dead must end with Death And life last with what strengthens life All those that held their breath From death in fight the more should eate that so they may supply Their fellowes that haue stucke in field and fight incessantly Let none expect reply to this nor stay for this shall stand Or fall with some offence to him that lookes for new command Who euer in dislike holds backe All ioyne then all things fit Allow'd for all set on a charge at all parts answering it This said he chusde for noblest youths to beare the presents these The sonnes of Nestor and with them renowm'd Meriones The names of those that caried the presents to Achilles Phylidas Thoas Lycomed and Meges all which went And Menalippus following Vlysses to the tent Of Agamemnon He but spake and with the word the deed Had ioynt effect the fitnesse well was answerd in the speed The presents added to the Dame the Generall did enforce Were twentie Caldrons Tripods seuen twelue yong and goodly horse Seuen Ladies excellently seene in all Minâ—…es skill The presents The eight Brisaeis who had powre to rauish euery will Twelue talents of the finest gold all which Vlysses weyd And caried first and after him the other youths conueyd The other presents tenderd all in face of all the Court. Vp rose the King Talthybius whose voice had a report Like to a god cald to the rites there hauing brought the Bore Atrides with his knife tooke sey vpon the part before AgameÌ„nons atâ—…ation And lifting vp his sacred hands to Ioue to make his vowes Graue Silence strooke the compleate Court when casting his high browes Vp to the broad heauen thus he spake Now witnesse Iupiter First highest and thou best of gods thou Earth that all doest beare Thou Sunne ye Furies vnder earth that euery soule torment Whom impious periury distaines that nought incontinent In bed or any other act to any slendrest touch Of my light vowes hath wrong'd the Dame and let my plagues be such As are inflicted by the gods in all extremitie On whomsoeuer periur'd men if godlesse periurie In least degree dishonor me This said the bristl'd throte Of the submitted sacrifice with ruthlesse steele he cut Which straight into the horie sea Talthybius cast to feed The sea-borne nation Then stood vp the halfe-celestiall seed Of faire-hair'd Thetis strengthning thus Atrides innocence O father Iupiter from thee descends the confluence Achilles to Iupiter Of all mans ill for now I see the mightie king of men At no hand forc't away my prise nor first inflam'd my splene With any set ill in himselfe but thou the king of gods Incenst with Greece made that the meane to all their periods Which now amend we as we may and giue all suffrages To what wise Ithacus aduisde Take breakfasts and addresse For instant conflict Thus he raisd the Court and all tooke way To seuerall ships The Myrmidons the presents did conuay T'Achilles fleete and in his tents disposde them doing grace Of seate and all rites to the Dames The horses put in place With others of Aeacides When like Loues golden Queene Brisaeis all in ghastly wounds had dead Patroclus seene She fell about him shrieking ouâ—… and with her white hands tore Her haire breasts radiant cheekes and drown'd in warme teares did deplore His cruell destinie At length she gat powre to expresse Her violent passion and thus spake this-like-the goddesses O good Patroclus to my life the dearest grace it had Briâ—… complaint ouer the body of 〈◊〉 I wretched dame departing hence enforc't and dying sad Left thee aliue when thou hadst chear'd my poore captiuitie And now return'd I find thee dead misery on miserie Euer increasing with my steps The Lord to whom my Sire And dearest mother gaue my life in nuptials his lifes fire I saw before our citie gates extinguisht and his fate Three of my worthy brothers liues in one wombe generate Felt all in that blake day of death And when Achilles hand Had slaine all these and rac't the towne Mynetes did command All cause of neuer-ending griefes presented thou took'st all On thy endeuour to conuert to ioy as Generall Affirming he that hurt should heale and thou wouldst make thy friend Braue Captaine that thou wert supply my vowed husbands end And in rich Phthia celebrate amongst his Myrmidons Our nuptiall banquets for which grace with these most worthy mones I neuer shall be satiate thoâ—… euer being kind Euer delightsome one sweete grace fed still with one sweete mind Thus spake she weeping and with her did th' other Ladies mone Patroclus fortunes in pretext but in sad truth their owne About Aeacides himselfe the kings of Greece were plac't Entreating him to food and he entreated them as fast Still intermixing words and sighes if any friend were there Of all his dearest they would ceasse and offer him no cheare But his due sorrowes for before the Sunne had left that skie He would not eate but of that day sustaine th'extremitie Thus all the kings in resolute griefe and fasting he dismift But both th' Atrides Ithacus and warres * old Martialist Neâ—…or Idomenaeus and his friend and Phoenix these remain'd Endeuoring comfort but no thought of his vow'd woe restrain'd Nor could till that dayes bloudie fight had calm'd his bloud he still Rememberd something of his friend whose good was all his ill Their vrging meate the diligent fashion of his friend renew'd In that excitement thou said he when this speed was pursu'd Against the Troians euermore apposedst in my tent A pleasing breakfast being so free and sweetly diligent Thou mad'st all meate sweete Then the warre was tearefull to our foe But now to me thy wounds so wound me and thy ouerthrow For which my readie food I flie and on thy longings feed Nothing could more afflict me Fame relating the foule deed Of my deare fathers slaughter bloud drawne from my sole sonnes heart No more could wound me Cursed man that in this forâ—…ein part For hatefull Hellen my true loue my countrey Sire and son I thus should part with Scyros now giâ—…es education 〈◊〉 was an I le in the sea Aegeum where Achilles himself was brought vp as well as his soâ—… O Neoptelemus to thee if liuing yet from whence I hop't deare friend thy longer life safely return'd from hence And my life quitting thine had powre to ship him home and show His yong eyes Phthiâ—… subiects court my father being now Dead or most short-liu'd troublous age oppressing him and feare Still of my deaths newes These sad words he blew into the eare Of euery visitant with sighs all eccho'd by the Peares Remembring who they left at home All whose so humane teares Ioue pitied and since they all would in the good of one Be much reuiu'd he thus bespake Minerua
thy headlong home retire make bold stand neuer neare Where he aduanceth but his fate once satisfied then beare A free and full sayle no Greeke else shall end thee This reueald He left him and disperst the cloud that all this act conceald From vext Achilles who againe had cleare light from the skies And much disdaining the escape said O ye gods mine eyes Achilles admirâ—…s the scape of Aeneâ—… Discouer miracles my lance submitted and he gone At whom I sent it with desire of his confusion Aeneas sure was lou'd of heauen I thought his vant from thence Had flow'd from glorie Let him go no more experience Will his mind long for of my hands he flies them now so cleare Cheare then the Greeks and others trie Thus rang'd he eâ—…ery where The Grecian orders euery man of which the most lookt on To see their fresh Lord shake his lance he thus put charge vpon Diuine Greeks stand not thus at gaze but man to man apply Your seuerall valours t is a taske laide too vnequally On me left to so many men one man opposde to all Not Mars immortall and a god nor warres she Generall A field of so much fight could chace and worke it out with blowes But what a man may execute that all lims will expose And all their strength to th' vtmost nerue though now I lost some play By some strange miracle no more shall burne in vaine the day To any least beame all this host I le ransacke and haue hope Of all not one againe will scape whoeuer giues such soope To his aduenture and so neare dares tempt my angry lance Thus he excited Hector then as much striues to aduance The hearts of his men adding threates affirming he would stand In combat with Aeacides Giue Feare said he no hand Hector to his Ilians Of your great hearts bâ—…ue Ilians for 〈◊〉 talking Sonne I le fight with any god with words but when their speares put on The worke runs high their strength exceeds mortalitie so farre And they may make works crowne their words which holds not in the warre Achilles makes his hands haue bounds this word he shall make good And leaue another to the field his worst shall be withstood With sole obiection of my selfe Though in his hands he beare A rage like fire though fire it selfe his raging fingers were And burning steele flew in his strength Thus he incited his And they raisd lances and to worke with mixed courages And vp flew Clamor but the heate in Hector Phoebus gaue Phebus to Hector This temper Do not meet said he in any single braue The man thou threatn'st but in preasse and in thy strength impeach His violence for farre off or neare his sword or dart will reach The gods voice madâ—… a difference in Hectors owne conceipt Betwixt his and Achilles words and gaue such ouerweight As weigh'd him backe into his strength and curb'd his flying out At all threw fierce Aeacides and gaue a horrid shout The first of all he put to dart was fierce Iphition Iphition slaine by Achâ—…es Surnam'd Otryntides whom Nais the water Nymph made sonne To towne-destroyer Otrâ—…eus Beneath the snowy hill Of Tmolus in the wealthie towne of Ide at his will Were many able men at armes He rushing in tooke full Pelides lance in his heads midst that cleft in two his skull Achilles knew him one much fam'd and thus insulted then Th' art dead Otryntides though cald the terriblest of men Thy race runs at Gâ—…us lake there thy inheritance lay Neare fishy Hillus and the gulfs of Hâ—…us but this day Remoues it to the fields of Troy Thus left he Night to sease His closed eyes his body laid in course of all the prease Which Grecian horse broke with the strakes naild to their chariot wheeles Next through the temples the burst eyes his deadly iauelin steeles Demoleon slaine by Achilles Of great-in Troy Antenors sonne renown'd Demolcon A mightie turner of a field His ouerthrow set gone Hippodamas who leapt from horse and as he fled before Aeacides his turned backe he made fell Pâ—…lias gore And forth he puft his flying soule and as a tortur'd Bull To Neptune brought for sacrifice a troope of yongsters pull Simile Downe to the earth and dragge him round about the hallowed shore To please the watry deitie with forcing him to rore And forth he powres his vtmost throte So bellow'd this slaine friend Of flying Ilion with the breath that gaue his being end Then rusht he on and in his eye had heauenly Polydore Old Priams sonne whom last of all his fruitfull Princesse bore And for his youth being deare to him the king forbad to fight Yet hote of vnexperienc't blood to shew how exquisite He was of foote for which of all the fiftie sonnes he held The speciall name He flew before the first heate of the field Polydore 〈◊〉 by Achilles Euen till he flew out breath and soule which through the backe the lance Of swift Achilles put in ayre and did his head aduance Out at his nauill on his knees the poore Prince crying fell And gatherd with his tender hands his entrailes that did swell Quite through the wide wound till a cloud as blacke as death conceald Their sight and all the world from him When Hector had beheld His brother tumbl'd so to earth his entrailes still in hand Darke sorrow ouercast his eyes nor farre off could he stand A minute longer but like fire he brake out of the throng Shooke his long lance at Thetis sonne And then came he along Achilles passion at the sight of â—…ctor To feed th' encounter O said he here comes the man that most Of all the world destroyes my minde the man by whom I lost My deare Patroclus now not long the crooked paths of warre Can yeeld vs any priuie scapes Come keepe not off so farre He cryed to Hector make the paine of thy sure death as short As one so desperate of his life hath reason In no sort This frighted Hector who bore close and said Aeacides Hector to Achiâ—… Leaue threates for children I haue powre to thunder calumnies As well as others and well know thy strength superiour farre To that my nerues hold but the gods not nerues determine warre And yet for nerues there will be found a strength of powre in mine To driue a lance home to thy life my lance as well as thine Hath point and sharpenesse and t is this Thus brandishing his speare He set it flying which a breath of Pallas backe did beare Pallas breâ—…hes backe Hectors lance throwne at Achilles From Thetis sonne to Hectors selfe and at his feet it fell Achilles vsde no dart but close flew in and thought to deale With no strokes but of sure dispatch but what with all his blood He labor'd Phoebus clear'd with ease as being a god and stood For Hectors guard as Pallas did Aeacides for thine He rapt
godlike man endeuour'd to maintaine His charge on them that kept the flood and charg'd as he would trie If all the gods inhabiting the brode vnreached skie Could dant his spirit so oft still the rude waues charg'd him round Rampt on his shoulders from whose depth his strength spirit would bound Vp to the free aire vext in soule And now the vehement flood Made faint his knees so ouerthwart his waues were they withstood All the denyed dust which he wisht and now was faine to crie Casting his eyes to that brode heauen that late he long'd to trie And said O Ioue how am I left No god vouchsafes to free Achilles comâ—… to the gods in 〈◊〉 exâ—… Me miserable man helpe now and after torture me With any outrage Would to heauen Hector the mightiest Bred in this region had imbrew'd his iauelin in my breast That strong might fall by strong Where now weake waters luxurie Must make my death blush one heauen-borne shall like a hog-herd die Drown'd in a durtie torrents rage Yet none of you in heauen I blame for this but she alone by whom this life was giuen That now must die thus She would still delude me with her tales Affirming Phoebus shafts should end within the Troian walls My curst beginning In this straight Neptune and Pallas flew To fetch him off In mens shapes Both close to his danger drew And taking both both hands thus spake the shaker of the world Pelides do not stirre a foot nor these waues prowdly curld Neptune to Achilles Against thy bold breast feare a iote thou hast vs two thy friends Pallas and he rescuing him Neptune and Pallas Ioue himselfe approuing th'aide we lend T is nothing as thou fearst with fate she will not see thee drown'd This height shall soone downe thine owne eyes shall see it set aground Be rulde then wee le aduise thee well take not thy hand away From putting all indifferently to all that it can lay Vpon the Troians till the walles of haughtie Ilion Conclude all in a desperate flight and when thou hast set gone The soule of Hector turne to fleet our hands shall plant a wreath Of endlesse glorie on thy browes Thus to the free from death Both made retreate He much impeld by charge the godheads gaue The field that now was ouercome with many a boundlesse waue He ouercame on their wild breasts they tost the carkasses And armes of many a slaughterd man And now the winged knees Of this great Captaine bore aloft against the flood he flies With full assault nor could that god make shrinke his rescu'd thies Nor shrunke the flood but as his foe grew powrefull he grew mad Xanthus to Simois Thrust vp a billow to the skie and cristall Simois bad To his assistance Simois Hoe brother out he cried Come adde thy current and resist this man halfe deified Or Ilion he will pul downe straite the Troians cannot stand A minute longer Come assist and instantly command All fountaines in thy rule to rise all torrents to make in And stuffe thy billowes with whose height engender such a din With trees torne vp and iustling stones as so immane a man May shrinke beneath vs whose powre thriues do my powre all it can He dares things fitter for a god But nor his forme nor force Nor glorious armes shall profit him all which and his dead corse I vow to rowle vp in my hands Nay burie in my mud Nay in the very sincks of Troy that pour'd into my flood Shall make him drowning worke enough and being drown'd I le set A fort of such strong filth on him that Greece shall neuer get His bones from it There there shall stand Achilles sepulcher And saue a buriall for his friends This Furie did transferre His high-ridg'd billowes on the Prince roring with blood and fome And carkasses The crimson streame did snatch into her wombe Surprisd Achilles and her height stood held vp by the hand Of Ioue himselfe Then Iuno cried and cald to countermand This watry Deitie the god that holds command in fire Affraid lest that gulf-stomackt flood would satiate his desire On great Achilles Mulciber my best-lou'd sonne she cried Iuno to Vulâ—…an Rouse thee for all the gods conceiue this flood thus amplified Is raisd at thee and shewes as if his waues would drowne the skie And put out all the sphere of fire haste helpe thy Emperie Light flames deepe as his pits Our selfe the West wind and the South Will call out of the sea and breathe in eithers full-charg'd mouth A storme t'enrage thy fires gainst Troy which shall in one exhal'd Blow flames of sweate about their browes and make their armors skâ—…d Go thou then and gainst these winds rise make worke on Xanthus shore With setting all his trees on fire and in his owne breast poure A feruor that shall make it burne nor let faire words or threats Auert thy furie till I speake and then subdue the heates Of all thy Blazes Mulciber prepar'd a mightie fire First in the field vsde burning vp the bodies that the ire Of great Achilles reft of soules the quite-drown'd field it dried And shrunke the flood vp And as fields that haue bene long time cloide With catching wether when their corne lies on the gauill heape Are with a constant North wind dried with which for comfort leape Similâ—… Their hearts that sow'd them So this field was dride the bodies burn'd And euen the flood into a fire as bright as day was turn'd Elmes willowes tamrisks were enflam'd the lote trees sea-grasse reeds And rushes with the galingale rootes of which abundance breeds About the sweet flood all were fir'd the gliding fishes flew Vpwards in flames the groueling Eeeles crept vpright all which slew Wise Vulcans vnresisted spirit The flood out of a flame Cried to him Ceasse ô Mulciber no deitie can tame Xanthus out of a flaming whirlepit to Vulcan Thy matchlesse virtue nor would I since thou art thus hote striue Ceasse then thy strife let Thetis sonne with all thy wisht hast driue Euen to their gates these Ilians what toucheth me their aide Or this Contention Thus in flames the burning riuer prayde And as a Caldron vnderput with store of fire and wrought With boyling of a well-fed Brawne vp leapes his waue aloft Simile Bauins of sere wood vrging it and spending flames apace Till all the Caldron be engirt with a consuming blaze So round this flood burn'd and so sod his sweete and tortur'd streames Nor could flow forth bound in the fumes of Vulcans fierie beames Who then not mou'd his mothers ruth by all his meanes he craues And askt why Vulcan should inuade and so torment his waues Past other floods when his offence rose not to such degree As that of other gods for Troy and that himselfe would free Her wrath to it if she were pleasde and prayd her that her sonne Might be reflected adding this that he would
turndst me from the walls whose ports had neuer entertaind Numbers now enter'd ouer whom thy sauing hand hath raign'd And robd my honor And all is since all thy actions stand Past feare of reckoning but held I the measure in my hand It should affoord thee deare-bought fcapes Thus with elated spirits Steed-like that at Olympus games weares garlands for his merits And rattles home his chariot extending all his pride Achilles so parts with the god When aged Priam spide The great Greek come sphear'd round with beames and show'ng as if the star Surnam'd Orions hound that springs in Autumne and sends farre His radiance through a world of starres of all whose beames his owne Cast greatest splendor the midnight that renders them most showne Then being their foile and on their points cure-passing Feuers then Come shaking downe into the ioynts of miserable men As this were falne to earth and shot along the field his raies Now towards Priam when he saw in great Aeacides Priams fright at the sight of Achilles Out flew his tender voice in shriekes and with raisde hands he smit His reuerend head then vp to heauen he cast them shewing it What plagues it sent him Downe againe then threw them to his sonne To make him shun them He now stood without steepe Ilion Thirsting the combat and to him thus miserably cride The kind old king O Hector flie this man this homicide Priam to Hector That strait will stroy thee Hee 's too strong and would to heauen he were As strong in heauens loue as in mine Vultures and dogs should teare His prostrate carkasse all my woes quencht with his bloudy spirits He has robd me of many sonnes and worthy and their merits Sold to farre Ilands Two of them aye me I misse but now They are not enterd nor stay here Laothoe O t was thou O Queene of women from whose wombe they breath'd O did the tents Detaine them onely brasse and gold would purschase safe euents To their sad durance t is within Old Altes yong in fame Gaue plentie for his daughters dowre but if they fed the flame Of this mans furie woe is me woe to my wretched Queene But in our states woe their two deaths will nought at all be seene So thy life quit them take the towne retire deare sonne and saue Troys husbands and her wiues nor giue thine owne life to the graue For this mans glorie pitie me me wretch so long aliue Whom in the doore of Age Ioue keepes that so he may depriue My being in Fortunes vtmost curse to see the blackest thred Of this lifes miseries my sonnes slaine my daughters rauished Their resting chambers sackt their babes torne from them on their knees Pleading for mercie themselues dragd to Grecian slaueries And all this drawne through my red eyes Then last of all kneele I Alone all helplesse at my gates before my enemie That ruthlesse giues me to my dogs all the deformitie Of age discouer'd and all this thy death sought wilfully Will poure on me A faire yong man at all parts it beseemes Being brauely slaine to lie all gasht and weare â—…he worst extremes Of warres most crueltie no wound of whatsoeuer ruth But is his ornament but I a man so farre from youth White head white bearded wrinkl'd pin'd all shames must shew the eye Liue preuent this then this most shame of all mans miserie Thus wept the old king and tore off his white haire yet all these Retir'd not Hector Hecuba then fell vpon her knees Stript nak't her bosome shew'd her breasts and bad him reuerence them And pitie her if euer she had quieted his exclaime He would ceasse hers and take the towne not tempting the rude field When all had left it thinke said she I gaue thee life to yeeld My life recomfort thy rich wife shall haue no rites of thee Nor do thee rites our teares shall pay thy corse no obsequie Being rauisht from vs Grecian dogs nourisht with what I nâ—…rst Thus wept both these and to his ruth proposde the vtmost worst Of what could chance them yet he staid And now drew deadly neare Mightie Achilles yet he still kept deadly station there Looke how a Dragon when she sees a traueller bent vpon A Simile expressing how Hector stood Achilles Her breeding den her bosome fed with fell contagion Gathers her forces sits him firme and at his nearest pace Wraps all her Cauerne in her folds and thrusts a horrid face Out at his entrie Hector so with vnextinguisht spirit Stood great Achilles stird no foote but at the prominent turret Bent to his bright shield and resolu'd to beare falne heauen on it Yet all this resolute abode did not so truly fit His free election but he felt a much more galling spurre To the performance with conceit of what he should incurre Entring like others for this cause to which he thus gaue way O me if I shall take the towne Polydamas will lay This flight and all this death on me who counseld me to leade Hectors discourse My powres to Troy this last blacke night when so I saw make head Incenst Achilles I yet staid though past all doubt that course Had much more profited then mine which being by so much worse As comes to all our flight and death my folly now I feare Hath bred this scandall all our towne now burnes my ominous earâ—… With whispering Hectors selfe conceit hath cast away his host And this true this extremitie that I relie on most Is best for me stay and retire with this mans life or die Here for our citiâ—… with renowme since all else fled but I. And yet one way cuts both these wayes what if I hang my shield My helme and lance here on these wals and meete in humble field Renowm'd Achilles offering him Hellen and all the wealth What euer in his hollow keeles bore Alexanders stealth For both th' Atrides For the rest what euer is possest In all this citie knowne or hid by oath shall be confest Of all our citizens of which one halfe the Greeks shall haue One halfe themselues But why lou'd soule would these suggestions saue Thy state still in me I le not sue nor would he grant but I Mine armes cast off should be assur'd a womans death to die To men of oke and rocke no words virgins and youths talke thus Virgins and youths that loue and wooe there 's other warre with vs What blowes and conflicts vrge we crie hates and defiances And with the garlands these trees beare trie which hand Ioue will blesse These thoughts emploid his stay and now Achilles comes now neare Achilles dreadfull approch to Hector His Mars-like presence terribly came brandishing his speare His right arme shooke it his bright armes like day came glittering on Like fire-light or the light of heauen shot from the rising Sun This sight outwrought discourse cold Feare shooke Hector from his stand No more stay now all ports
were left he fled in feare the hand Of that Feare-master who hauk-like aires swiftest passenger That holds a timorous Doue in chace and with command doth â—…are His fierie onseâ—… the Doue hasts the Hauke comes whizzing on This way and that he turnes and winds and cuffes the Pigeon And till he trusse it his great spirit layes hote charge on his wing So vrg'd Achilles Hectors flight so still Feares point did sting His troubl'd spirit his knees wrought hard along the wall he flew In that faire chariot way that runnes beneath the towre of view And Troys wilde fig-tree till they reacht where those two mother springs Of deepe Scamander pour'd abroad their siluer murmurings The 〈◊〉 description of two springs vnder the walls of Troy One warme and casts out fumes as fire the other cold as snow Or haile dissolu'd And when the Sunne made ardent sommer glow There waters concrete cristall shin'd neare which were cisternes made All pau'd and cleare where Troian wiues and their faiâ—…e daughters had Landrie for their fine linnen weeds in times of cleanly Peace Before the Grecians brought their siege These Captaines noted these One flying th' other in pursuite a strong man flew before 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 from Achilles and his chace of 〈◊〉 A stronger follow'd him by farre and close vp to him bore Both did their best for neither now ranne for a sacrifice Or for the sacrificers hide our runners vsuall prise These ranne for tame-horse Hectors soule And as two running Steeds Backt in some set race for a game that tries their swiâ—…est speeds A tripod or a woman giuen for some mans funerals Such speed made these men and on foote ranne * Vp and downe the wals it is to be vnderstood 〈◊〉 griefe for Hector thrice about the wals The gods beheld them all much mou'd and Ioue said O ill sight A man I loue much I see forc't in most vnworthy flight About great Ilion my heart grieues he paid so many vowes With thighes of sacrificed beeues both on the loftie browes Of Idâ—… and in Ilions height Consult we shall we free His life from death or giue it now t' Achilles victorie Minerua answer'd Alter Fate one long since markt for death Pallâ—… against Hectors preserâ—… Now take from death do thou but know he still shall runne beneath Our other censures Be it then replide the Thunderer My lou'd Tritonia at thy will in this I will preferre Thy free intention worke it all Then stoopt she from the skie Toâ—… his great combat Peleus sonne pursu'd incessantly Still-flying Hector As a Hound that hauing rouz'd a Hart 〈◊〉 Although he tappish ne're so oft and euery shrubbie part Attempts for strength and trembles in the Hound doth still pursue So close that not a foote he failes but hunts it still at view So plied Achilles Hectors steps as oft as he assail'd The Dardan ports and towres for strength to fetch from thence sâ—…me aid With winged shafts so oft forc't he amends of pace and 〈◊〉 Twixt him and all his hopes and still vpon the field he kept His vtmost turnings to the towne And yet as in a dreame A most 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 vsed 〈◊〉 all our Homer besides by Virgil but this as a translator meerly One thinkes he giues another chace when such a fain'd extreame Possesseth both that he in chace the chacer cannot flie Nor can the chacer get to hand his flying enemie So nor Achilles chace could reach the flight of Hectorâ—… pace Nor Hectors flight enlarge it selfe of swift Achilles chace But how chanc't this how all this time could Hector beare the knees Of fierce Achilles with his owne and keepe off Destinies If Phoebus for his last and best through all that course had fail'd To adde his succours to his nerues And as his foe assail'd Neare and within him fed his scape Achilles yet well knew His knees would fetch him and gaue signes to some friends making shew Of shooting at him to forbeare lest they detracted so From his full glorie in first wounds and in the ouerthrow Make his hand last But when they reacht the fourth time the two founts Then Ioue his golden skoles weigh'd vp and tooke the last accounts Of Fate for Hector putting in for him and Peleus sonne Two fates of bitter death of which high heauen receiu'd the one The other hell so low declin'd the light of Hectors life Then Phoebus left him when warres Queene came to resolue the strife Pallas to Achilles In th 'others knowledge Now said she Ioue-lou'd Aeacides I hope at last to make Renowme performe a braue accesse To all the Grecians we shall now lay low this champions height Though neuer so insatiate was his great heart of fight Nor must he scape our pursuite still though all the feete of Ioue Apollo bowes into a sphere soliciting more loue To his most fauour'd Breath thee then stand firme my selfe will hast And hearten Hector to change blowes She went and he stood fast Lean'd on his lance and much was ioy'd that single strokes should trie This fadging conflict Then came close the changed deitie Pallas like Deiphobus to Hector To Hector like Deiphobus in shape and voice and said O brother thou art too much vrg'd to be thus combatted About our owne wals let vs stand and force to a retreat Th' insulting Chaser Hector ioy'd at this so kind deceit And said O good Deiphobus thy loue was most before Hector to Pallas for Deiphobus Of all my brothers deare to me but now exceeding more It costs me honor that thus vrg'd thou com'st to part the charge Of my last fortunes other friends keepe towne and leaue at large My rackt endeuours She replide Good brother t is most true One after other King and Queene and all our friends did sue Euen on their knees to stay me there such tremblings shake them all With this mans terror but my mind so grieu'd to see our wall Girt with thy chases that to death I long'd to vrge thy stay Come fight we thirstie of his bloud no more let 's feare to lay Cost on our lanâ—…es but approue if bloudied with our spoiles He can beare glâ—…tie to their fleete or shut vp all their toiles In his one suffeâ—…ce on thy lance With this deceit she led And both come neare thus Hector spake Thrice I haue compassed Hector to Achilâ—… This great towne Peleus sonne in flight with auersation That out of Fate put off my steps but now all flight is flowne The short course set vp death or life Our resolutions yet Must shun all rudenesse and the gods before our valour set For vse of victorie and they being worthiest witnesses Of all vowes since they keepe vowes best before their deities Let vowes of fit respect passe both when Conquest hath bestow'd Her wreath on either Here I vow no furie shall be show'd That is not manly on thy corse but hauing spoil'd thy armes Resigne thy
man art markt the deadly Ilion gate Must entertaine thy death O then I charge thee now take care That our bones part not but as life combinde in equall fare Our louing beings so let Death When from Opuntas towres My father brought me to your roofes since gainst my will my powres Incenst and indiscreet at dice slue faire Amphidamas Then Peleus entertaind me well then in thy charge I was By his iniunction and thy loue and therein let me still Receiue protection Both our bones prouide in thy last Will That one Vrne may containe and make that vessell all of gold That Thetis gaue thee that rich Vrne This said Sleepe ceast to hold Achilles waking to the shade of 〈◊〉 Achilles temples and the shade thus he receiu'd O friend What needed these commands my care before meant to commend My bones to thine and in that Vrne Be sure thy will is done A little stay yet le ts delight with some full passion Of woe enough eithers affects embrace we Opening thus His greedie armes he felt no friend like matter vaporous The spirit vanisht vnder earth and murmur'd in his stoope Achilles started both his hands he clapt and lifted vp In this sort wondring O ye gods I see we haue a soule In th'vnderdwellings and a kind of man-resembling idole Achiâ—…s his discourse with him selfe about the apparition of 〈◊〉 shade The soules seate yet all matter felt staies with the carkasse here O friends haplesse Patroclus soule did all this night appeare Weeping and making mone to me commanding euery thing That I intended towards him so truly figuring Himselfe at all parts as was strange This accident did turne To much more sorrow and begat a greedinesse to mourne In all that heard When mourning thus the rosie morne arose The morning And Agamemnon through the tents wak't all and did dispose Both men and Mules for cariage of matter for the fire Agamemnon sends out companies to fetch fewell for the funerall heape of which company Meriones was Captaâ—… Of all which worke Meriones the Cretan soueraigns squire Was Captaine and abrode they went Wood-cutting tooles they bore Of all hands and well-twisted cords The Mules marcht all before Vp hill and downe hill ouerthwarts and breake-necke clifts they past But when the fountfull Idas tops they scal'd with vtmost haste All fell vpon the high-hair'd Okes and downe their curled browes Fell busling to the earth and vp went all the boles and bowes Bound to the Mules and backe againe they parted the harsh way Amongst them through the tangling shrubs and long they thought the day Till in the plaine field all arriu'd for all the woodmen bore Logs on their neckes Meriones would haue it so the shore At last they reacht yet and then downe their cariages they cast And sat vpon them where the sonne of Peleus had plac't The ground for his great sepulcher and for his friends in one They raisd a huge pile and to armes went euery Myrmidon Charg'd by Achilles chariots and horse were harnessed Fighters and charitoters got vp and they the sad march led A cloude of infinite foote behind In midst of all was borne Patroclus person by his Peeres on him were all heads shorne Euen till they couer'd him with curles Next to him marcht his friend Embracing his cold necke all sad since now he was to send His dearest to his endlesse home Arrin'd all where the wood Was heapt for funerall they set downe Apart Achilles stood And when enough wood was heapt on he cut his golden haire Achilles cuts his haire ouer his friends body Long kept for Sperchius the flood in hope of safe repaire To Phâ—…hiâ—… by that riuers powre but now left hopelesse thus Enrag'd and looking on the sea he cried out Sperchius In vaine my fathers pietie vow'd at my implor'd returne To my lou'd countrie that these curls should on thy shores be shorne Besides a sacred Hecatombe and sacrifice beside Of fiftie Weathers at those founts where men haue edifide A loftie temple and perfum'd an altar to thy name There vow'd he all these offerings but fate preuents thy fame His hopes not suffering satisfied and since I neuer more Shall see my lou'd soyle my friends hands shall to the Stygian shore Conuey these Tresses Thus he put in his friends hands the haire And this bred fresh desire of mone and in that sad affaire The Sunne had set amongst them all had Thetis sonne not spoke Thus to Atrides King of men thy aide I still inuoke Achilles to Agamemnon Since thy Command all men still heare dismisse thy souldiers now And let them victle they haue mourn'd sufficient t is we owe The dead this honour and with vs let all the Captaines stay This heard Atrides instantly the souldiers sent away The funerall officers remain'd and heapt on matter still Till of an hundred foote about they made the funerall pile In whose hote height they cast the Corse and then they pour'd on teares Numbers of fat sheepe and like store of crooked-going steres They slue before the solemne fire stript off their hides and drest Of which Achilles tooke the fat and couer'd the deceast From head to foote and round about he made the officers pile The beasts nak't bodyes vessels full of honey and of oyle Pour'd in them laide vpon a bere and cast into the fire Foure goodly horse and of nine hounds two most in the desire Of that great Prince and trencher-fed all fed that hungry flame Twelue Troian Princes last stood foorth yong and of toward fame Twelue Princes sacrifised on the funerall pile of Patroclus All which set on with wicked spirits there strooke he there he slew And to the iron strength of fire their noble lims he threw Then breath'd his last sighes and these words Againe reioyce my friend Euen in the ioylesse depth of hell now giue I complete end To all my vowes Alone thy life sustain'd not violence Twelue Troian Princes waite on thee and labour to incense Thy glorious heape of funerall Great Hector I le excuse The dogs shall eate him These high threates perform'd not their abuse Ioues daughter Venus tooke the guard of noble Hectors Corse And kept the dogs off night and day applying soueraigne force Of rosie balmes that to the dogs were horrible in tast And with which she the body fild Renowm'd Apollo cast A cloude from heauen lest with the Sunne the nerues and lineaments Might drie and putrifie And now some powres deniâ—…e consents To this solemnitie the fire for all the oyly fewell It had iniected would not burne and then the louing Cruell Studied for helpe and standing off inuokt the two faire winds Zephyr and Boreas to affoord the rage of both their kinds To aid his outrage Precious gifts his earnest zeale did vow Powr'd from a golden bowle much wine and prayde them both to blow That quickly his friends Corse might burne and that heapes sturdy breast Embrace
when Will sorrow leaue thee How long time wilt thou thus eate thy heart Fed with no other food nor rest t were good thou wouldst diuert Thy friends loue to some Ladie cheare thy spirits with such kind parts As she can quit thy grace withall the ioy of thy deserts I shall not long haue death is neare and thy all-conquering fate Whose haste thou must not haste with griefe but vnderstand the state Of things belonging to thy life which quickly order I Am sâ—…nt from Ioue t'aduertise thee that euery deitie Is angry with thee himselfe most that rage thus reigns in thee Still to keepe Hector Quit him then and for fit ransome free His iniur'd person He replied Let him come that shall giue The ransome and the person take Ioues pleasure must depriue Men of all pleasures This good speech and many more the sonne And mother vsde in eare of all the nauall Station And now to holy Ilion Saturnius Iris sent Go swiftfoote Iris bid Troys king beare fit gifts and content Ioues sâ—…ds Iris to Priam. Achilles for his sonnes release but let him greet alone The Grecian nauie not a man excepting such a one As may his horse and chariot guide a herald or one old Attending him and let him take his Hector Be he bold Discourag'd nor with death nor feare wise Mercurie shall guide His passage till the Prince be neare And he gone let him ride Resolu'd euen in Achilles tent He shall not touch the state Of his high person nor admit the deadliest desperate Of all about him For though fierce he is not yet vnwise Nor inconsiderate nor a man past awe of deities But passing free and curious to do a suppliant grace This said the Rainbow to her feet tied whirlewinds and the place Reacht instantly the heauie Court Clamor and Mourning fill'd The sonnes all set about the sire and there stood Griefe and still'd Teares on their garments In the midst the old king â—…ate his weed All wrinkl'd head and necke dust fil'd the Princesses his feed The Princesses his sonnes faire wiues all mourning by the thought Of friends so many and so good being turn'd so soone to nought By Grecian hands consum'd their youth rain'd beautie from their eyes â—…ris came neare the king her sight shooke all his faculties And therefore spake she soft and said Be glad Dardâ—…ides Iriâ—… to Priâ—… Of good occurrents and none ill am I Ambassadresse Iâ—…e greets thee who in care as much as he is distant daines Eye to thy sorrowes pitying thee My ambassie containes This charge to thee from him he wills thou shouldst redeeme thy sonne Beare gifts t' Achilles cheare him so but visite him alone None but some herald let attend thy mules and chariot To manage for thee Feare nor death let dant thee Ioue hath got Hermes to guide thee who as neare to Thetis sonne as needs Shall guard thee and being once with him nor his nor others deeds Stand toucht with he will all containe Not is he mad nor vaine 〈◊〉 witnesse of Achilles Nor impious but with all his nerues studious to entertaine One that submits with all fit grace Thus vanisht she like wind He mules and chariot cals his sonnes bids see them ioynd and bind A trunke behind it he himselfe downe to his wardrobe goes Built all of Cedar highly rooft and odoriferous That much stuffe worth the sight containd To him he cald his Queene Thus greeting her Come haplesse dame an Angell I haue seene Priam to Hecuba Sent downe from Ioue that bad me free our deare sonne from the fleet With ransome pleasing to our foe what holds thy iudgement meet My strength and spirit layes high charge on all my being to beare The Greeks worst ventring through their host The Queene cried out to heare Hecuba to Priâ—… His ventrous purpose and replyed O whither now is fled The late discretion that renown'd thy graue and knowing head In forreine and thine owne rulde realmes that thus thou dar'st assay Sight of that man in whose browes sticks the horrible decay Of sonnes so many and so strong thy heart is iron I thinke If this sterne man whose thirst of blood makes crueltie his drinke Take or but see thee thou art dead He nothing pities woe Noâ—… honours age Without his sight we haue enough to do To mourne with thought of him keepe we our Pallace weepe we here Our sonne is past our helpes Those throwes that my deliuerers were Of his vnhappy lineaments told me they should be torne With blacke foote dogs Almightie fate that blacke howre he was borne Spunne in his springing thred that end farre from his parents reach This bloodie fellow then ordain'd to be their meane this wretch Whose stony liuer would to heauen I might deuoure my teeth My sonnes Reuengers made Curst Greeke he gaue him not his death Doing an ill worke he alone fought for his countrie he Fled not nor fear'd but stood his worst and cursed policie Was his vndoing He replied What euer was his end Is not our question we must now vse all meanes to defend His end from scandall from which act disswade not my iust will Nor let me nourish in my house a bird presaging ill To my good actions t is in vaine Had any earthly spirit Giuen this suggestion if our Priests or Soothsayers challenging merit Of Prophets I might hold it false and be the rather mou'd To keepe my Pallace but these eares and these selfe eyes approu'd It was a goddesse I will go for not a word she spake I know was idle If it were and that my fate will make Quicke riddance of me at the fleet kill me Achilles Come When getting to thee I shall find a happy dying roome On Hectors bosome when enough thirst of my teares finds there Quench to his feruour This resolu'd the works most faire and deare Of his rich screenes he brought abrode twelue veiles wrought curiously Twelue plaine gownes and as many suits of wealthy tapistry As many mantles horsemens coates ten talents of fine gold Two Tripods Caldrons foure a bowle whose value he did hold Beyond all price presented by th' Ambassadors of Thrace The old king nothing held too deare to rescue from disgrace His gracioâ—…s Hector Forth he came At entry of his Court The Troian citizens so prest that this opprobrious sort Of checke he vsde Hence cast-awayes away ye impious crew Priâ—…â—…aged against his citizens Are not your griefes enough at home what come ye here to view Care ye for my griefes would ye see how miserable I am I st not enough imagine ye ye might know ere ye came What such a sonnes losse weigh'd with me But know this for your paines Your houses haue the weaker doores the Greeks will find their gaines The easier for his losse be sure but ô Troy ere I see Thy ruine let the doores of hell receiue and ruine me Thus with his scepter set he on the crowding citizens
title doth to you resigne VVherein as th' Ocean walks not with such waues The Round of this Realme as your VVisedomes seas Nor with his great eye sees his Marble saues Our State like your Vlyssian policies So none like HOMER hath the VVorld enspher'd Earth Seas heauen fixt in his verse and mouing VVhom all times wisest Men haue held vnper'de And therefore would conclude with your approuing Then grace his spirit that all wise men hath grac't And made things euer flitting euer last An Anagram Robert Cecyl Earle of Salisburye Curbfoes thy care is all our erly Be. TO THE MOST HONOR'DRE storer of ancient Nobilitie both in blood and vertue the Earle of SVFFOLKE c. IOine Noblest Earle in giuing worthy grace To this great gracer of Nobilitie See here what sort of men your honor'd place Doth properly command if Poesie Profest by them were worthily exprest The grauest wisest greatest need not then Account that part of your command the least Nor them such idle needlesse worthlesse Men. VVho can be worthier Men in publique weales Then those at all parts that prescrib'd the best That stird vp noblest vertues holiest zeales And euermore haue liu'd as they profest A world of worthiest Men see one create Great Earle whom no man since could imitate TO THE MOST NOBLE AND learned Earle the Earle of NORTHAMTON c. TO you most learned Earle whose learning can Reiect vnlearned Custome and Embrace The reall vertues of a worthie Man I prostrate this great Worthie for your grace And pray that Poesies well-deseru'd ill Name Being such as many moderne Poets make her May nought eclipse her cleare essentiall flame But as she shines here so refuse or take her Nor do I hope but euen your high affaires May suffer intermixture with her view VVhere Wisedome fits her for the highest chaires And mindes growne old with cares of State renew You then great Earle that in his owne tongue know This king of Poets see his English show TO THE MOST NOBLE MY singular good Lord the Earle of Arundell STand by your noblest stocke and euer grow In loue and grace of vertue most admir'd And we will pay the sacrifice we owe Of prayre and honour with all good desir'd To your diuine soule that shall euer liue In height of all blisse prepar'd here beneath In that ingenuous and free grace you giue To knowledge onely Bulwarke against Death VVhose rare sustainers here her powres sustaine Hereafter Such reciprocall effects Meete in her vertues VVhere the loue doth raigne The Act of knowledge crownes our intellects VVhere th' Act nor Loue is there like beasts men die Not Life but Time is their Eternitie TO THE LEARNED AND most noble Patrone of learning the Earle of PEMBROOKE c. ABoue all others may your Honor shine As past all others your ingenuous beames Exhale into your grace the forme diuine Of godlike Learning whose exiled streames Runne to your succour charg'd with all the wracke Of sacred Vertue Now the barbarous witch Foule Ignorance sits charming of them backe To their first Fountaine in the great and rich Though our great Soueraigne counter-checke her charmes VVho in all learning reignes so past example Yet with her Turkish Policie puts on armes To raze all knowledge in mans Christian Temple You following yet our king your guard redouble Pure are those streames that these times cannot trouble TO THE RIGHT GRACIOVS Illustrator of vertue and worthy of the fauour Royall the Earle of MONTGOMRIE THere runs a blood faire Earle through your cleare vains That well entitles you to all things Noble VVhich still the liuing Sydnian soule maintaines And your Names ancient Noblesse doth redouble For which I needs must tender to your Graces This noblest worke of Man as made your Right And though Ignoblesse all such workes defaces As tend to Learning and the soules delight Yet since the sacred Penne doth testifie That Wisedome which is Learnings naturall birth Is the cleare Mirror of Gods Maiestie And Image of his goodnesse here in earth If you the Daughter wish respect the Mother One cannot be obtain'd without the other TO THE MOST LEARNED and Noble Concluder of the Warres Arte and the Muses the Lord LISLE c. NOr let my paines herein long honor'd Lord Faile of your ancient Nobly-good respects Though obscure Fortune neuer would afford My seruice show till these thus late effects And though my poore deserts weigh'd neuer more Then might keepe downe their worthlesse memorie From your high thoughts enricht with better store Yet yours in me are fixt eternally VVhich all my fit occasions well shall proue Meane space with your most Noble Nephewes daine To shew your free and honorable loue To this Greeke Poet in his English vaine You cannot more the point of death controule Then to stand close by such a liuing soule TO THE GREAT AND VER tuous the Countesse of MONTGOMRIE YOur Fame great Lady is so lowd resounded By your free Trumpet my right worthy frend That with it all my forces stand confounded Arm'd and disarm'd at once to one iust end To honor and describe the blest consent Twixt your high blood and soule in vertues rare Of which my friends praise is so eminent That I shall hardly like his Echo fare To render onely th' ends of his shrill Verse Besides my Bounds are short and I must meâ—…rely My will to honour your rare parts rehearse VVith more time singing your renowme more clearely Meane-time take Homer for my wants supply To whom adioyn'd your Name shall neuer die TO THE HAPPY STARRE DI scouered in our Sydneian Asterisme comfort of learning Sphere of all the vertues the Lady VVROTHE WHen all our other Starres set in their skies To Vertue and all honor of her kind That you rare Lady should so clearely rise Makes all the vertuous glorifie your mind And let true Reason and Religion trie If it be Fancie not iudiciall Right In you t' oppose the times Apostasie To take the soules part and her sauing Light VVhile others blinde and burie both in Sense VVhen t is the onely end for which all liue And could those soules in whom it dies dispense As much with their Religion they would giue That as small grace Then shun their course faire Starre And still keepe your way pure and circular TO THE RIGHT NOBLE PA tronesse and Grace of Uertue the Countesse of BEDFORD TO you faire Patronesse and Muse to Learning The Fount of learning and the Muses sends This Cordiall for your vertues and forewarning To leaue no good for th' ill the world commends Custome seduceth but the vulgar sort VVith whom when Noblesse mixeth she is vulgare The truly-Noble still repaire their Fort VVith gracing good excitements and gifts rare In which the narrow path to Happinesse Is onely beaten Vulgar pleasure sets Nets for her selfe in swinge of her excesse And beates her selfe there dead ere free she gets Since pleasure then with pleasure still doth waste Still please with vertue Madame That will last TO THE RIGHT VALOROVS and virtuous Lord the Earle of SOVTH-HAMTON c. IN Choice of all our Countries Noblest spirits Borne slauisher barbarisme to conuinâ—… I could not but in uoke your ho or'd Merits To follow the swift vertue of our Prince The cries of Vertue and her Fortresse Learning Brake earth and to Elysium did descend To call vp Homer who therein discerning That his excitements to their good had end As being a Grecian puts-on English armes And to the hardie Natures in these climes Stikes-vp his high and spiritfull alarmes That they may cleare earth of those impious Crimes VVhose conquest though most faintly all apply You know learn'd Earle all liue for and should die TO MY EXCEEDING GOOD Lord the Earle of SVSSEX with duty alwaies remembred to his honor'd Countesse YOu that haue made in our great Princes Name At his high birth his holy Christian vowes May witnesse now to his eternall Fame How he performes them thus far stil growes Aboue his birth in vertue past his yeares In strength of Bountie and great Fortitude Amongst this traine then of our choicest Peeres That follow him in chace of vices rude Summon'd by his great Herald Homers voice March you and euer let your Familie In your vowes made for such a Prince reioyce Your seruice to his State shall neuer die And for my true obseruance let this show No meanes escapes when I may honour you TO THE RIGHT NOBLE AND Heroicall my singular good Lord the Lord of VVALDEN c. NOr let the vulgar sway Opinion beares Rare Lord that Poesies fauor shewes men vaine Ranke you amongst her sterne disfauourers She all things worthy fauour doth maintaine Vertue in all things else at best she betters Honour she heightens and giues Life in Death She is the ornament and soule of letters The worlds deceipt before her vanisheth Simple she is as Doues like Serpents wise Sharpe graue and sacred nought but things diuine And things diuining fit her faculties Accepting her as she is genuine If she be vaine then all things else are vile If vertuous still be Patrone of her stile TO THE MOST TRVLY-NO ble and Uertue-gracing Knight Sir Thomas HOVVARD THe true and nothing-lesse-then sacred spirit That moues your feete so farre from the prophane In skorne of Pride and grace of humblest merit Shall fill your Names sphere neuer seeing it wane It is so rare in blood so high as yours To entertaine the humble skill of Truth And put a vertuous end to all your powres That th' honor Age askes we giue you in youth Your Youth hath wonne the maistrie of your Mind As Homer sings of his Antilochus The parallell of you in euery kind Valiant and milde and most ingenious Go on in Vertue after Death and grow And shine like Ledas twins my Lord and you Euer most humbly and faithfully deuoted to you and all the rare Patrons of diuine Homer Geo. Chapman