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
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
him from him and a cloud of much Night cast betweene His person and the point opposde Achilles then exclaim'd O see yet more gods are at worke Apollos hand hath fram'd Apollo rescues Hector Dog that thou art thy rescue now to whom go pay the vowes Thy safetie owes him I shall vent in time those fatall blowes That yet beate in my heart on thine if any god remaine My equall fautor In meane time my anger must maintaine His fire on other Ilians Then laid he at his feet Great Demochus Philetors sonne and Dryope did greet With like encounter Dardanus and strong Laogonus Wise Byas sonnes he hurld from horse of one victorious With his close sword the others life he conquerd with his lance Then Tros Alastors sonne made in and sought to scape their chance With free submission Downe he fell and praid about his knees He would not kill him but take ruth as one that Destinies Made to that purpose being a man borne in the selfe same yeare That he himselfe was O poore foole to sue to him to beare A ruthfull mind he well might know he could not fashion him In Ruths soft mould he had no spirit to brooke that interim In his hote furie he was none of these remorsefull men Gentle and affable but fierce at all times and mad then He gladly would haue made a prayre and still so hugg'd his knee He could not quit him till at last his sword was faine to free His fetterd knees that made a vent for his white liuers blood That causd such pittifull affects of which it pour'd a flood About his bosome which it fild euen till it drownd his eyes And all sense faild him Forth then flew this Prince of tragedies Who next stoopt Mulius euen to death with his insatiate speare One eare it enterd and made good his passe to th' other eare Echeclus then Agenors sonne he strooke betwixt the browes Whose blood set fire vpon his sword that coold it till the throwes Of his then labouring braine let out his soule to fixed fate And gaue cold entrie to blacke death Deucalion then had state In these mens beings where the nerues about the elbow knit Downe to his hand his speares steele pierc't and brought such paine to it As led Death ioyntly whom he saw before his fainting eyes And in his necke felt with a stroke laid on so that off flies His head one of the twise twelue bones that all the backe bone make Let out his marrow when the head he helme and all did take And hurl'd amongst the Ilians the body stretcht on earth Rhigmus of fruitfull Thrace next fell he was the famous birth Of Pireus his bellies midsts the lance tooke whose sterne force Quite tumbl'd him from chariot In turning backe the horse Their guider Areithous receiu'd another lance That threw him to his Lord. No end was put to the mischance Simile Achilles enterd But as fire falne in a flash from heauen Inflames the high-woods of drie hils and with a storme is driuen Through all the Syluane deepes and raues till downe goes euery where The smotherd hill So euery way Achâ—…lles and his speare Consum'd the Champaine the blacke earth flow'd with the veines he tore And looke how Oxen yok't and driuen about the circular floore Of some faire barne treade sodainly the thicke sheaues thin of corne And all the corne consum'd with chaffe so mixt and ouerborne Simile Beneath Achilles one-hou'd horse shields speares and men lay trod His axel-tree and chariot wheeles all spatterd with the blood Hurl'd from the steeds houes and the strakes Thus to be magnified His most inaccessible hands in humane blood he died The end of the twentieth Booke THE XXI BOOKE OF HOMERS ILIADS. THE ARGVMENT IN two parts Troyes host parted Thetis sonne One to Scamander one to Ilion Pursues Twelue Lords he takes aliue to end In sacrifice for vengeance to his friend Asteropaeus dies by his fiercâ—… hand And Priams sonne Lycaon Ouer land The flood breakes where Achilles being engag'd Vulcan preserues him and with spirit enrag'd Sets all the Champaine and the Flood on fire Contention then doth all the gods inspire Apollo in Agenors shape doth stay Achilles furie and by giuing way Makes him pursue till the deceipt giues leaue That Troy in safetie might her freinds receiue Another Argument Phy at the floods shore doth expresse The labours of Aeacides ANd now they reacht the goodly swelling channell of the flood Gulfe-eating Xanthus whom Ioue mixt with his immortall brood And there Achilles cleft the host of Ilion one side fell On Xanthus th' other on the towne and that did he impell The same way that the last daies rage put all the Greeks in rout When Hectors furie reign'd These now Achilles powr'd about The scatterd field To stay the flight Saturnia cast before Their hastie feete a standing fogge and then Flights violence bore The other halfe full on the flood The siluer-gulphed deepe Receiu'd them with a mightie crie the billowes vast and steepe Ror'd at their armours which the shores did round about resound This way and that they swum and shriekt as in the gulphs they drownd And as in fir'd fields Locusts rise as the vnwearied blaze Simile Plies still their rising till in swarmes all rush as in amaze For scape into some neighbour flood So th' Achilleian stroke Here draue the foe The gulfie flood with men and horse did choke Then on the shore the Worthy hid and left his horrid lance Amids the Tamriskes and spritelike did with his sword aduance Vp to the riuer ill affaires tooke vp his furious braine For Troyes engagements euery way he doubl'd sâ—…aine on slaine A most vnmanly noise was made with those he put to sword Of grones and outcries the flood blusht to be so much engor'd With such base soules And as small fish the swift-finn'd Dolphin flie Filling the deepe pits in the ports on whose close strength they lie Simile And there he swallowes them in sholes So here to rockes and holes About the flood the Troians fled and there most lost their soules Euen till he tir'd his slaughterous arme Twelue faire yong Prinâ—…es then He chusde of all to take aliue to haue them freshly slaine On that most solemne day of wreake resolu'd on for his friend These led he trembling forth the flood as fearefull of their end As any Hinde calues all their hands he pinnioned behind With their owne girdles worne vpon their rich weeds and resign'd Their persons to his Myrmidons to beare to fleete and he Plung'd in the streame againe to take more worke of Tragedie He met then issuing the flood with all intent of flight Lycaon Dardan Priams sonne whom lately in the night He had surprisde as in a wood of Priams he had cut Achilles his stranâ—… encounter of Lycaon The greene armes of a wild figge tree to make him spokes to put In Naues of his new chariot An ill then
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