storme He came to fleete in with his fire he handles now more soft O friends said sterne Aeacides now that the gods haue brought Achilles to the Grecians This man thus downe I le freely say he brought more bane to Greece Then all his aiders Trie we then thus arm'd at euery peece And girding all Troy with our host if now their hearts will leaue Their citie cleare her cleare stay slaine and all their liues receaue Or hold yet Hector being no more But why vse I a word Of any act but what concernes my friend dead vndeplor'd Vnsepulcherd he lies at fleete vnthought on neuer houre Shall make his dead state while the quicke enioyes me and this powre To moue these mouers Though in hell men say that such as die Obliuion seiseth yet in hell in me shall Memorie Hold all her formes still of my friend Now youths of Greece to fleete Beare we this body Paeans sing and all our nauie greete With endlesse honor we haue slaine Hector the period Of all Troys glorie to whose worth all vow'd as to a god This said a worke not worthy him he set to of both feete Achilles tyranny to Hectors person which we lay on his fury and lâ—…e to his slaine friend for whom himselfe liuing sufferd so much He bor'd the nerues through from the heele to th'ankle and then knit Both to his chariot with a thong of whitleather his head Trailing the center Vp he got to chariot where he laid The armes repurchac't and scourg'd on his horse that freely flew A whirlewind made of startl'd dust draue with them as they drew With which were all his black-browne curls knotted in heapes and fil'd And there lay Troys late Gracious by Iupiter exil'd To all disgrace in his owne land and by his parents seene When like her sonnes head all with dust Troys miserable Queene Distain'd her temples plucking off her honor'd haire and tore Her royall garments shrieking out In like kind Priâ—… bore His sacred person like a wretch that neuer saw good day Broken with outcries About both the people prosâ—…ate lay Held downe with Clamor all the towne vail'd with a cloud of teares Priam and Hecubas miserable plight for Hector Ilion with all his tops on fire and all the massacres Left for the Greeks could put on lookes of no more ouerthrow Then now fraid life And yet the king did all their lookes outshow The wretched people could not beare his soueraignâ—… wretchednesse Plaguing himselfe so thrusting out and praying all the preasse To open him the Dardan poâ—… that he alone might fetcht His dearest sonne in and all fil'd with â—…bling did beseech Each man by name thus Loued friends be you coâ—…ent let me Priam to his friend Though much ye grieue be that pooâ—… meane to ouâ—… sad remedie Now in our wishes I will go and pray this impious man Author of horrors making proofe if ages reuerence can Excite his pitie His owne sire is old like me and he That got him to our giefes perhaps may for my likenesse be Meane for our ruth to him Ahlas you haue no cause of cares Compar'd with me I many sonnes grac't with their freshest yeares Haue lost by him and all their deaths in slaughter of this one Afflicted man are doubl'd this will bitterly set gone My soule to hell O would to heauen I could but hold him dead In these pin'd armes then teares on teares might fall till all were shed In common fortune Now amaze their naturall course doth stop And pricks a mad veine Thus he mourn'd and with him all brake ope Their store of sorrowes The poore Queene amongst the women wept â—…bas complaint for Hector Turn'd into anguish O my sonne she cried out why still kept Patient of horrors is my life when thine is vanished My dayes thou glorifiedst my nights rung of some honour'd deed Done by thy virtues ioy to me profite to all our care All made a god of thee and thou mad'st them all that they are Now vnder fate now dead These two thus vented as they could Their sorrowes furnace Hectors wife not hauing yet bene told So much as of his stay without She in her chamber close Sate at her Loome a peece of worke grac't with a both sides glosse Strew'd curiously with varied flowres her pleasure was her care To heate a Caldron for her Lord to bath him turn'd from warre Of which she chiefe charge gaue her maides Poore Dame she little knew How much her cares lackt of his case But now the Clamor flew Vp to her turret then she shooke her worke fell from her hand And vp she started cald her maides she needs must vnderstand That ominous outcrie Come said she I heare through all this crie My mothers voyce shrieke to my throte my heart bounds Ecstasie Vâ—…terly alters me some fate is neare the haplesse sonnes Of fading Priam would to god my words suspicions No eare had heard yet O I feare and that most heartily That with some stratageme the sonne of Peleus hath put by The wall of Ilion my Lord and trusty of his feet Obtaind the chase of him alone and now the curious heate Of his still desperate spirit is cool'd It let him neuer keep In guard of others before all his violent foote must step Or his place forâ—…eited he held Thus furie like she went Two women as she will'd at hand and made her quicke aâ—…nt Vp to the towre and preasse of men her spirit in vprore Round She cast her greedy eye and saw her Hector slaine and bound T' Achilles chariot manlesly dragg'd to the Grecian fleet Blacke night strooke through her vnder her Trâ—… â—…ke away her feet And backe she shrunke with such a sway that off her head-tire flew Her Coronet Call Ribands Vaile that golden Venus threw On her white shoulders that high day when warre-like Hector wonne Her hand in nuptials in the Court of king Eetion And that great dowre then giuen with her About her on their knâ—…s Her husbands sisters brothers wiues â—…ell round and by degrees Recouerd her Then when againe her respirations found Free passe her mind and spirit met these thoughts her words did sound O Hector O me cursed dame both borne beneath one fate Andromaches complaint for Hector Thou here I in Cilician Thebes where Placus doth elate His shadie forehead in the Court where king Eetion Haplesse begot vnhappy me which would he had not done To liue past thee thou now art diâ—…'d to Putos gloomie throne Sunke through the couerts of the earth I in a hell of mone Left here thy widdow one poore babe borne to vnhappy both Whom thou leau'st helplesse as he thee he borne to all the wroth Of woe and labour Lands left him will others â—…se vpon The Orphan day of all friends helps robs euery mothers son An Orphan all men suffer sad his eyes stand still with teares Need tries his fathers friends and failes Of all his
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 first seem'd best to him and backe he went to call Anchises sonne to friend who stood in troope the last of all Where still he seru'd which made him still incense against the king Aeneas angrie being euer disgraced by PriaÌ„ That being amongst his best their Peere he grac't not any thing His wrong'd deserts Deiphobus spake to him standing neare Aeneas Prince of Troians if any touch appeare To him Deiphobus Of glorie in thee thou must now assist thy sisters Lord And one that to thy tendrest youth did carefull guard afford Alcathous whom Cretas king hath chiefly slaine to thee His right most challenging thy hand come therefore follow me This much excited his good mind and set his heart on fire Against the Cretan who child-like dissolu'd not in his ire Simile But stood him firme As when in hils a strength-relying Bore Alone and hearing hunters come whom Tumult flies before Vp thrusts his bristles whets his tusks sets fire on his red eyes And in his braue-prepar'd repulse doth dogs and men despise So stood the famous for his lance nor shund the coming charge That resolute Aeneas brought yet since the ods was large He cald with good right to his aide war-skild Ascalaphus Idomeneus cals his friends to aid Aphareus Meriones the strong Deipyrus And Nestors honorable sonne Come neare my friends said he And adde your aids to me alone Feare taints me worthilie Though firme I stand and shew it not Aeneas great in fight And one that beares youth in his flowre that beares the greatest might Aeneas yet a youth as Virgil makes him Comes on with aime direct at me had I his youthfull lim To beare my mind he should yeeld Fame or I would yeeld it him This said all held in many soules one readie helpfull mind Clapt shields and shoulders and stood close Aeneas not inclind With more presumption then the king cald aid as well as he Diuine Agenor Hellens loue who followd instantly And all their forces following them as after Bellwethers The whole flocks follow to their drinke which sight the shepheard cheres Nor was Aeneas ioy lesse mou'd to see such troopes attend His honord person and all these fought close about his friend But two of them past all the rest had strong desire to shed The blood of either Idomen and Cythereas seed Aeneâ—… and Idomeneâ—… in conflict Aeneas first bestowd his lance which th' other seeing shund And that throwne from an idle hand stucke trembling in the ground But Idomens discharg'd at him had no such vaine successe Which Oenomaus entrailes found in which it did impresse His sharpe pile to his fall his palms tore his returning earth Idomeneus strait steptin and pluckt his Iauelin forth But could not spoile his goodly armes they prest him so with darts And now the long toile of the fight had spent his vigorous parts And made them lesse apt to auoid the foe that should aduance Or when himselfe aduanc't againe to run and fetch his lance And therefore in stiffe fights of stand he spent the cruell day When coming softly from the slaine Deiphobus gaue way To his brght Iauelin at the king whom he could neuer brooke But then he lost his enuie too his lance yet deadly tooke Ascalaphus the sonne of Mars slaiâ—…e by 〈◊〉 Ascalaphus the sonne of Mars quite through his shoulder flew The violent head and downe he fell Nor yet by all meanes knew Wide throated Mars his sonne was falne but in Olympus top Sad canapied with golden clouds Ioues counsell had shut vp Both him and all the other Gods from that times equall taske Which now about Ascalaphus Strife set his shining caske Deiphobus had forc't from him but instantly leapt in Mars-swift Meriones and strooke with his long Iauelin Deiphobus wouÌ„ded by Meridnes The right arme of Deiphobus which made his hand let fall The sharp-topt helmet the prest earth resounding there withall When Vulture-like Meriones rusht in againe and drew From out the low part of his arme his Iauelin and then flew Backe to his friends Deiphobus faint with the bloods excesse Falne from his wound was carefully conuaid out of the preasse By his kind brother by both â—…ides Polites till they gat His horse and chariot that were still set fit for his retreate And bore him now to Ilion The rest fought fiercely on And set a mightie fight on foote When next Anchises sonne Aphareus Caletorides that tan vpon him stâ—…oke Iust in the throate with his keene lance and strait his head forsooke His vpright cariage and his shield his helme and all with him Fell to the earth where ruinous death made prise of euerie lim Antilochus discouering well that Thoons heart tooke checke Let flie and cut the hollow veine that runs vp to his necke Along his backe part quite in twaine downe in the dust he fell Vpwards and with extended hands bad all the world farewell Antilochus rushtnimbly in and looking round made prise Of his faire armes in which affaire his round set enemies Let flie their lances thundering on his aduanced targe But could not get his flesh the God that shakes the earth tooke charge Of Nestors sonne and kept him safe who neuer was away But still amongst the thickest foes his busie lance did play Obseruing euer when he might far-off or neare offend And watching Asius sonne in prease he spide him and did send Close coming on a dart at him that smote in midst his shield In which the sharpe head of the lance the blew-hair'd God made yeeld Not pleasd to yeeld his pupils life in whose shield halfe the dart Stucke like a trunchion burnd with fire on earth lay th' other part He seeing no better end of all retir'd in feare of worse But him Meriones pursude and his lance foundfull course To th 'others life it wounded him betwixt the priuie parts And nauill where to wretched men that wars most violent smarts Must vndergo wounds chiefly vexe His dart Meriones Pursude and Adamas so striu'd with it and his misease As doth a Bullocke puffe and storme whom in disdained bands Simile The vpland heardsmen striue to cast so falne beneath the hands Of his sterne foe Asiades did struggle pant and raue But no long time for when the lance was pluckt out vp he gaue His tortur'd soule Then Troys turne came when with a Thracian sword The temples of Deipyrus did Hellenus afford So huge a blow it strooke all light out of his cloudie eyes And cleft his helmet which a Greeke there fighting made his prise It fell so full beneath his feet Atrides grieu'd to see That sight and threatning shooke a lance at Hellenus and he A bow halfe drew at him at once out flew both shaft and lance The shaft Atrides curets strooke and farre away did glance Atrides dart of Hellenus the thrust out bow-hand strooke Hellenus wounded And through the hand stucke in the bow Agenors hand did plucke
my speare That for her ouerturn'd a Towne This rape he made of her And vsde me like a fugitiue an Inmate in a towne That is no citie libertine nor capable of their gowne But beare we this as out of date t is past nor must we still Feed anger in our noblest parts yet thus I haue my will As well as our great king of men for I did euer vow Neuer to cast off my disdaine till as it fals out now Their misse of me knockt at my fleet and told me in their cries I was reueng'd and had my wish of all my enemies And so of this repeate enough Take thou my fame-blaz'd armes And my fight-thirstie Myrmidons leade to these hote alarmes Whole clouds of Troians circle vs with hatefull eminence The Greeks shut in a little shore a sort of citizens Skipping vpon them all because their prowd eyes do not see The radiance of my helmet there whose beames had instantly Thrust backe and all these ditches fild with carrion of their flesh If Agamemnon had bene kind where now they fight as fresh As thus farre they had put at ease and at our tents contend And may for the repulsiue hand of Diomed doth not spend His raging darts there that their Death could fright out of our fleet Nor from that head of enmitie can my poore hearers meet The voice of great Atrides now now Hectors onely voyce Breakes all the aire about both hosts and with the very noise Bred by his lowd encouragements his forces fill the field And fight the poore Achaians downe But on put thou my shiâ—…ld Betwixt the fire-plague and our fleet rush brauely on and turne Warres tide as headlong on their throtes No more let them aiourne Our sweet-home-turning but obserue the charge I lay on thee To each least point that thy rul'd hand may highly honour me And get such glorie from the Greeks that they may send againe My most sweet wench and gifts to boote when thou hast cast a raine On these so head-strong citizens and forc't them from our fleet With which grace if the god of sounds thy kind egression greet Iupiter called the god of sounds for the chiefe sound his thunder Retire and be not tempted on with pride to see thy hand Raine slaughterd carkasses on earth to runne forth thy command As farre as Ilion left the gods that fauour Troy come forth To thy encounter for the Sunne much loues it and my worth In what thou suffer'st will be wrong'd that I would let my friend Assume an action of such weight without me and transcend His friends prescription do not then affect a further fight Then I may strengthen let the rest when thou hast done this right Performe the rest aO would to Ioue thou Pallas and thou Sunne That not a man housd vnderneath those towres of Ilion Nor any one of all the Greeks how infinite a summe Soeuer altogether make might liue vnouercome But onely we two scaping death might haue the thundring downe Of euery stone stucke in the wals of this so sacred towne Thus spake they onely twixt themselues And now the foe no more Could Aiax stand being so opprest with all the iron store The Troians powr'd on with whose darts and with Ioues will beside His powres were cloyd and his bright helme did deafning blowes abide His plume and all head* ornaments could neuer hang in rest His arme yet laboured vp his shield and hauing done their best They could not stirre him from his stand although he wrought it out With short respirings and with sweate that ceaslesse flow'd about His reeking lims no least time giuen to take in any breath Ill strengthned ill when one was vp another was beneath Now Muses you that dwell in heauen the dreadfull meane inspire That first enforc't the Grecian fleete to take in Troian fire First Hector with his huge brode sword cut off at setting on The head of Aiax Ashen lance which Aiax seeing gone And that he shooke a headlesse speare a little while vnware His warie spirits told him straight the hand of heauen was there And trembl'd vnder his conceipt which was bthat t was Ioues deed Who as he pold off his darts heads so sure he had decreed That all the counsels of their warre he would polle off like it And giue the Troians victorie so trusted he his wit And left his darts And then the ship was heapt with horrid brands Ofkindling fire which instantly was seene through all the strands In vnextinguishible flames that all the ship embrac't And then Achilles beate his thighes cryed out Patroclus haste Make way with horse I see at fleet a fire of fearfull rage Arme arme lest all our fleet it fire and all our powre engage Arme quickly I le bring vp the troopes To these so dreadfull warres Patroclus in Achilles armes enlightned all with starres And richly ameld all haste made he wore his sword his shield His huge-plum'd helme and two such speares as he could nimbly wield But the most fam'd Achilles speare big solid full of weight He onely left of all his armes for that farre past the might Of any Greeke to shake but his Achilles onely iâ—…e Shooke that huge weapon that was giuen by Chyron to his sire Cut from the top of Pelion to be Heroes deaths His steeds Automedon straight ioyn'd like whom no man that breaths Next Peleus sonne Patroclus lou'd for like him none so great Automedon friend to Patro clus and mana ger of Achilles horses He found in faith at euery fight nor to out looke a threat Automedon did therefore guide for him Achilles steeds Xanthus and Balius swift as wind begotten by the seeds Of Zephyr and the Harpie borne Pordarge in a meade Close to the wauie Ocean where that fierce Harpye feade Automedon ioyn'd these before and with the hindmost geres He fastn'd famous Pedasus whom from the massakers Made by Achilles when he tooke Eetions wealthie towne He brought and though of mortall race yet gaue him the renowne To follow his immortall horse And now before his tents Himselfe had seene his Myrmidons in all habiliments Of dreadfull warre And when ye see vpon a mountaine bred A simile most liuely expressiuâ—… A den of Wolues about whose hearts vnmeasur'd strengths are fed New come from currie of a Stagge their iawes all blood-besmeard And when from some blacke water-fount they altogether herd There hauing plentifully lapt with thin and thrust out tongs The top and clearest of the spring go belching from their lungs The clotterd gore looke dreadfully and entertaine no dread Their bellies gaunt all taken vp with being so rawly fed Then say that such in strength and looke were great Achilles men Now orderd for the dreadfull fight and so with all them then Their Princes and their Chiefes did show about their Generals friend His friend and all about himselfe who chiefly did intend The powers Achilles brought to Troy Th'embattelling of horse
countries standerd you would see that such as prop your cause With like exposure of their liues haue all the honour'd lawes Of such a deare confederacie kept to them to a thred As now ye might reprise the armes Sarpedon forfeited By forfeit of your rights to him would you but lend your hands And force Patroclus to your Troy Ye know how deare he stands In his loue that of all the Greeks is for himselfe farre best And leades the best neare-fighting men and therefore would at least Redeeme Sarpedons armes nay him whom you haue likewise lost This body drawne to Ilion would after draw and cost A greater ransome if you pleasd but Aiax startles you T is his breast barres this right to vs. His lookes are darts enow To mixe great Hector with his men And not to blame ye are You chuse foes vnderneath your strengths Aiax exceeds ye farre Hector lookt passing sowre at this and answerd why dar'st thou Hector to Glaucuâ—… So vnder talke aboue me so O friend I thought till now Thy wisdome was superiour to all th' inhabitants Of gleby Lycia but now impute apparent wants To that discretion thy words shew to say I lost my ground For Aâ—…ax greatnesse nor feare I the field in combats drownd Nor force of chariots but I feare a powre much better seene In right of all warre then all we I hat god that holds betweene Our victorie and vs his shield le ts conquest come and go At his free pleasure and with feare conuerts her changes so Vpon the strongest men must fight when his iust spirit impels Not their vaine glories But come on make thy steps parallels To these of mine and then be iudge how deepe the worke will draw If then I spend the day in shifts or thou canst giue such law To thy detractiue speeches then or if the Grecian host Holds any that in pride of strength holds vp his spirit most Whom for the cariage of this Prince that thou enforcest so I make not stoope in his defence You friends ye heare and know How much it fits ye to make good this Grecian I haue slaine For ransome of Ioues sonne our friend play then the worthy men Till I endue Achilles armes This said he left the fight And cald backe those that bore the armes not yet without his sight In conuoy of them towards Troy For them he chang'd his owne Remou'd from where it rained teares and sent them backe to towne Then put he on th' eternall armes that the celestiall states Gaue Peleus Peleus being old their vse appropriates To his Achilles that like him forsooke them not for age When he whose Empire is in clouds saw Hector bent to wage Warre in diuine Achilles armes he shooke his head and said Poore wretch thy thoughts are farre from death though he so neare hath laid Ioues discourse with himselfe of Hector in the armes of Achilles His ambush for thee Thou putst on those armes as brauing him Whom others feare hast slaine his friend and from his youthfull lim Torne rudely off his heauenly armes himselfe being gentle kind And valiant Equall measure then thy life in youth must find Yet since the iustice is so strickt that not Andromache In thy denied returne from fight must euer take of thee Those armes in glory of thy acts thou shalt haue that fraile blaze Of excellence that neighbours death a strength euen to amaze To this his sable browes did bow and he made fit his lim To those great armes to fill which vp the Warre god entred him Austere and terrible his ioynts and euery part extends With strength and fortitude and thus to his admiring friends High Clamor brought him He so shin'd that all could thinke no lesse But he resembl'd euery way great-soul'd Aeacides Then euery way he scowr'd the field his Captaines calling on Asteropaeus Eunomus that foresaw all things done Glaucus and Medon Desinor and strong Thersilochus Phorcis and Mestheies Chronius and great Hippothous To all these and their populous troopes these his excitements were Hector to his Captaines and soulders Heare vs innumerable friends neare-bordering nations heare We haue not cald you from our townes to fill our idle eye With number of so many men no such vaine Emperie Did euer ioy vs but to fight and of our Troian wiues With all their children manfully to saue the innocent liues In whose cares we draw all our townes of aiding souldiers drie With gifts guards victuall all things fit and hearten their supplie The secret of Warre With all like rights and therefore now let all sides set downe this Or liue or perish this of warre the speciall secret is In which most resolute designe who euer beares to towne Patroclus laid dead to his hand by winning the renowne Of Aiax slaughter the halfe spoyle we wholly will impart The promise of Hector if Patroclus body could be forced off to their part To his free vse and to our selfe the other halfe conuert And so the glory shall be shar'd our selfe will haue no more Then he shall shine in This drew all to bring abrode their store Before the body euery man had hope it would be his And forc't from Aiax Silly fooles Aiax preuented this By raising rampiers to his friend with halfe their carkasses And yet his humour was to rore and feare and now no lesse To startle Spartas king to whom he cried out O my friend O Menelaus nere more hope to get off here 's the end Aiax to Menelaus Of all our labours not so much I feare to lose the Corse For that 's sure gone the fowles of Troy and dogs will quickly force That peece-meale as I feare my head and thine ô Atreus sonne Hector a cloud brings will hide all instant destruction Grieuous and heauie comes ô call our Peeres to aid vs flie He hasted and vsde all his voice sent farre and neâ—…e his crie O Princes chiefe lights of the Greeks and you that publickly Eate with our Generall and me all men of charge O know Ioue giues both grace and dignitie to any that will show Good minds for onely good it selfe though presently the eye Of him that rules discerne him not T is hard for me t'espie Through all this smoke of burning fight each Captaine in his place And call assistance to our need Be then each others grace And freely follow each his next disdaine to let the ioy Of great Aeacides be forc't to feed the beasts of Troy His voyce was first heard and obeyd by swift Oileades Idomeneus and his mate renown'd Meriones Were seconds to Oileus sonne but of the rest whose mind Can lay vpon his voice the names that after these combind In settting vp this fight on end the Troians first gaue on And as into the seas vast mouth when mightie riuers run Simile Their billowes and the sea resound and all the vtter shore Rebellowes in her angry shocks the seas repulsiue rore With
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
taught him trickes Both drest Fit for th' affaire both forth were brought then breast opposde to breast Fists against fists rose and they ioynd ratling of iawes was there Gnashing of teeth and heauie blowes dasht bloud out euery where At length Epeus spide cleare way rusht in and such a blow Draue vnderneath the others eare that his neate lims did strow The knockt earth no more legs had he But as a huge fish laid Neare to the cold-weed-gathering shore is with a North flaw fraid Shootes backe and in the blacke deepe hides So sent against the ground Was foyl'd Eâ—…yalus his strength so hid in more profound Deepes of Epeus who tooke vp th'intranc't Competitor About whom rusht a crowd of friends that through the clusters bore His faltring knees he spitting vp thicke clods of bloud his head Totterd of one side his sence gone When to a by-place led Achilles 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 for 〈◊〉 Thither they brought him the round cup. Pelides then set forth Prise for a wrastling to the best a triuet that was worth Twelue oxen great and fit for fire the conquer'd was t' obtaine A woman excellent in workes her beautie and her gaine Prisde at foure oxen Vp he stood and thus proclaim'd Arise You wrastlers that will proue for these Out stept the ample sise Of mightie Aiax huge in strength to him Laertes sonne Vlysses and Aiax wrastle That craftie one as huge in sleight Their ceremonie done Of making readie forth they stept catch elbowes with strong hands Simile And as the beames of some high house cracke with a storme yet stands The house being built by well-skild men So crackt their backe bones wrincht With horrid twitches In their sides armes shoulders all bepincht Ran thicke the wals red with the bloud ready to start out both Long'd for the conquest and the prise yet shewd no play being loth To lose both nor could Ithacus stirre Aiax nor could he Hale downe Vlysses being more strong then with mere strength to be Hâ—…rl'd from all vantage of his sleight Tir'd then with tugging play Great Aiax Telamonius said Thou wisest man or lay Aiax to Vlysses My face vp or let me lay thine let Ioue take care for these This said he hoist him vp to aire when Lâ—…rtiades His wiles forgat not Aiax thigh he strooke behind and flat He on his backe fell on his breast Vlysses Wonderd at Was this of all all stood amaz'd Then the-much-suffering-man Diuine Vlysses at next close the Telamonian A litle raisde from earth not quite but with his knee implide Lockt legs and downe fell both on earth close by each others side Both fil'd with dust but starting vp the third close they had made Had not Achilles selfe stood vp restraining them and bad No more tug one another thus nor moyle your selues receiue Achilles parts Vlysses and Aiax Prise equall conquest crownes ye both the lists to others leaue They heard and yeelded willingly brusht off the dust and on Prises for runners Put other vests Pelides then to those that swiftest runne Proposde another prise a boule beyond comparison Both for the sise and workmanship past all the boules of earth It held sixe measures siluer all but had his speciall worth For workmanship receiuing forme from those ingenious men Of Sydon the Phoenicians made choise and brought it then Along the greene sea giuing it to Thoas by degrees It came t' Eunaeus Iasons sonne who yong Priamides Lycaon of Achilles friend bought with it and this here Achilles made best game for him that best his feete could beare For second he proposde an Oxe a huge one and a fat And halfe a talent gold for last These thus he set them at Rise you that will assay for these forth stept Oileades Vlysses answerd and the third was one esteem'd past these Vlysses 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and Antilochus for the Foot-race For footmanship Antilochus All rankt Achilles show'd The race-scope From the start they glid Oileades bestow'd His feete the swiftest close to him flew god-like Ithacus And as a Ladie at her loome being yong and beauteous Simile Her silke-shittle close to her breast with grace that doth inflame And her white hand lifts quicke and oft in drawing from her frame Her gentle thred which she vnwinds with euer at her brest Gracing her faire hand So close still and with such interest In all mens likings Ithacus vnwound and spent the race By him before tooke out his steps with putting in their place Promptly and gracefully his owne sprinkl'd the dust before And clouded with his breath his head so facilie he bore His royall person that he strooke shoutes from the Greekes with thirst That he should conquer though he flew yet come come ô come first Euer they cried to him and this euen his wise breast did moue Vlysses prayes to Minerua for speed To more desire of victorie it made him pray and proue Mineruas aide his fautresse still O goddesse heare said he And to my feete stoope with thy helpe now happie Fautresse be She was and light made all his lims and now both neare their crowne Minerua tript vp Aiax heeles and headlong he fell downe Amids the ordure of the beasts there negligently left Since they were slaine there and by this Mineruas friend bereft Oileades of that rich bowle and left his lips nose eyes Ruthfully smer'd The fat oxe yet he seisd for second prise Held by the horne spit out the taile and thus spake all besmear'd O villanous chance this Ithacus so highly is indear'd Aiax Oileus 〈◊〉 out his fall to the Greekes To his Minerua that her hand is euer in his deeds She like his mother nestles him for from her it proceeds I know that I am vsde thus This all in light laughter cast Amongst whom quicke Antilochus laught out his coming last Thus wittily Know all my friends that all times past and now Antilochus likewise helpes out his coming last The gods most honour most-liu'd men Oileades ye know More old then I but Ithacus is of the formost race First generation of men Giue the old man his grace They count him of the greene-hair'd eld they may or in his flowre For not our greatest flourisher can equall him in powre Of foote-strife but Aeacides Thus sooth'd he Thetis sonne Who thus accepted it Well youth your praises shall not runne Achilles to Antilochus With vnrewarded feete on mine your halfe a talents prise I le make a whole one take you sir. He tooke and ioy'd Then â—…lies Another game forth Thetis sonne set in the lists a lance A shield and helmet being th' armes Sarpedon did aduance Against Patroclus and he prisde And thus he nam'd th'addresse Stand forth two the most excellent arm'd and before all these Prise for the fighters armed Giue mutuall onset to the touch and wound of eithers flesh Who first shall wound through others armes his blood appearing fresh Shall win this
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