his sire surpast and was as strong againe The fiction of 〈◊〉 And in that grace sat glad by Ioue th'immortals stood dismaid At his ascension and gaue free passage to his aid Of all this tell Ioue kneele to him embrace his knee and pray If Trois aide he will euer deigne that now their forces may Beate home the Greeks to fleete and sea embruing their retreat In slaughter their pains paying the wreake of their proud Soueraigns heart And that farre-ruling king may know from his poore souldiers harms His owne harme fals his owne and all in mine his best in arms Her answer she powr'd out in teares O me my sonne said she Thetis to Achilles Why brought I vp thy being at all that brought thee forth to be Sad subiect of so hard a fate O would to heauen that since Thy fate is little and not long thou mightst without offence And teares performe it But to liue thrall to so sterne a fate As grants thee least life and that least so most vnfortunate Grieues me t' haue giuen thee any life But what thou wishest now If Ioue will grant I le vp and aske Olympus crownd with snow I le clime but sit thou fast at fleete renounce all warre and feed Thy heart with wrath and hope of wreake till which come thou shalt need A little patience Iupiter went yesterday to feast Iupiters feast with the Aethiops Amongst the blamelesse Aethiops in th' Oceans deepned breast All Gods attending him the twelfth high heauen againe he sees And then his brasse-pau'd court I le skale cling to his powrefull knees And doubt not but to winne thy wish Thus made she her remoue And left wrath tyring on her sonne for his enforced loue Vlysses with the Hecatomb arriu'd at Chrysas shore Nauigation to Chrysa And when amids the hauens deepe mouth they came to vse the oare They straite stroke saile then rold them vp and on the hatches threw The top mast to the kelsine then with haleyards downe they drew Then brought the ship to Port with oares then forked anchor cast And gainst the violence of stormes for drifting made her fast All come ashore they all exposd the holy Hecatomb To angrie Phoebus and with it Chryseis welcomd home Whom to her sire wise Ithacus that did at th' altar stand For honour led and spoken thus resignd her to his hand Chryses the mightie king of men great Agamemnon sends â—…lysses to Chryses Thy lou'd seed by my hands to thine and to thy God commends A Hecatomb which my charge is to sacrifice and seeke Our much-sigh-mixt-woe his recure inuokt by euerie Greeke Thus he resignd her and her sire receiu'd her highly ioyd About the well-built altar then they orderly emploide The sacred offring Washt their hands tooke salt cakes and the Priest With hands held vp to heauen thus praid O thou that all things seest Fautour of Chrysa whose faire hand doth guardfully dispose Chryses prayer to Apollo for appeasing the plague Celestiall Cilla gouerning in all powre Tenedos O heare thy Priest and as thy hand in free grace to my prayers Shot feruent plague-shafts through the Greekes now hearten their affaiâ—…es With health renewd and quite remoue th' infection from their blood He praid and to his prairs againe the God propitious stood All after prayre cast on salt cakes drew backe kild flaid the beeues Cut out and dubd with fat their thighes faire drest with doubled leaues The sacrifice And on them all the sweet-breads prickt The Priest with small sere wood Did sacrifice powr'd on red wine by whom the yong men stood And turnd in fiue ranks spits on which the legs enough they eate The banquet The inwards then in giggots cut the other fit for meate And put to fire which rosted well they drew the labour done They seru'd the feast in that fed all to satisfaction Desire of meate and wine thus quencht the youths crownd cups of wine Drunke off and fild againe to all That day was held diuine And spent in Paeans to the Sunne who heard with pleased eare When whose bright chariot stoopt to sea and twilight hid the cleare The euening All soundly on their cables slept euen till the night was worne And when the Lady of the light the rosie fingerd morne The morning Rose from the hils all fresh arose and to the campe retir'd Apollo with a fore-right wind their swelling barke inspir'd The top-mast hoisted milke-white sailes on his round breast they put The Misens strooted with the gale the ship her course did cut So swiftly that the parted waues against her ribs did rore Which coming to the campe they drew aloft the sandie shore Where laid on stocks each souldier kept his quarter as before But Pelius sonne swift-foote Achilles at his swift ships sate Burning in wrath nor euer came to Councels of estate That make men honord neuer trod the fierce embattaild field But kept close and his lou'd heart pin'd what fight and cries could yeeld Thirsting at all parts to the hoast And now since first he told His wrongs to Thetis twelue faire mornes their ensignes did vnfold And then the euerliuing Gods mounted Olympus Ioue Iupiter and the other Gods from the Aâ—…thiops First in ascension Thetis then remembred well to moue Achilles motion rose from sea and by the mornes first light The great heauen and Olympus climbd where in supremest height Of all that many-headed hill she saw the farre-seene sonne Iupiter Of Saturne set from all the rest in his free seate alone Before whom on her owne knees falne the knees of Iupiter Her left hand held her right his chinne and thus she did prefer Her sonnes petition Father Ioue if euer I haue stood Thetis prayer to Iupiter Aidfull to thee in word or worke with this implored good Requite my aide renowne my sonne since in so short a race Past others thou confin'st his life an insolent disgrace Is done him by the king of men he forc't from him a prise Wonne with his sword But thou O Ioue that art most strong most wise Honour my sonne for my sake adde strength to the Troians side By his sides weaknesse in his want and see Troy amplifide In conquest so much and so long till Greece may giue againe The glorie reft him and the more illustrate the free raigne Of his wrongd honour Ioue at this sate silent not a word In long space past him Thetis still hung on his knee implor'd The second time his helpe and said Grant or denie my suite Be free in what thou doest I know thou canst not sit thus mute For feare of any speake denie that so I may be sure Of all heauens Goddesses t is I that onely must endure Dishonor by thee Iupiter the great cloud-gatherer grieu'd With thought of what a world of griefes this suite askt being atchieu'd Sweld sigh'd and answerd Works of death thou vrgest O at this
command to this Thou shalt not me or if thou dost farre my free spirit is From seruing thy command Beside this I affirme affoord Impression of it in thy soule I will not vse my sword On thee or any for a wench vniustly though thou tak'st The thing thou gau'st but all things else that in my ship thou mak'st Greedie suruey of do not touch without my leaue or do Adde that acts wrong to this that these may see that outrage too And then comes my part then be sure thy bloud vpon my lance Shall flow in vengeance These high termes these two at variance Vsd to each other left their seates and after them arose The Grecian councâ—…ll dissolued The whole court To his tents and ships with friends and souldiers goes Angrie Achilles Atreus sonne the swift ship lancht and put Within it twentie chosen row'rs within it likewise shut The Hecatomb t' appease the God Then causd to come abord Faire cheekt Chryseis For the chiefe he in whom Pallas pourd Her store of counsels Ithacus aboord went last and then Chriseis sent to her father The moist waies of the sea they saild And now the king of men Bad all the hoast to sacrifice They sacrific'd and cast The offall of all to the deepes the angrie God they grac't With perfect Hecatombs some buls some goates along the shore Of the vnfruitfull sea inflam'd To heauen the thicke fumes bore Enwrapped sauours Thus though all the politique king made shew Respects to heauen yet he himselfe all that time did pursue His owne affections The late iarre in which he thunderd threats Against Achilles still he fed and his affections heats Thus vented to Talthybius and graue Eurybates Heralds and ministers of trust to all his messages Haste to Achilles tent where take Briseis hand and bring Agamemnon to Talthybius and Eurybates his Heralds Her beauties to vs if he faile to yeeld her say your king Will come himselfe with multitudes that shall the horribler Make both his presence and your charge that so he dares deferre This said he sent them with a charge of hard condition They went vnwillingly and trod the fruitlesse seas shore soone They reacht the nauie and the tents in which the quarter lay Of all the Myrmidons and found the chiefe Chiefe in their sway Set at his blacke barke in his tent Nor was Achilles glad To see their presence nor themselues in any glorie had Their message but with reuerence stood and fear'd th' offended king Askt not the dame nor spake a word He yet well knowing the thing That causd their coming grac'd them thus Heralds ye men that beare Achillâ—…s Princely receipt of the Heralds The messages of men and Gods y' are welcome come ye neare I nothing blame you but your king t is he I know doth send You for Briseis she is his Patroclus honourd friend Bring â—…oorth the damsell and these men let leade her to their Lord. But Heralds be you witnesses before the most ador'd Before vs mortals and before your most vngentle king Of what I suffer that if warre euer hereafter bring My aide in question to auert any seuerest bane It brings on others I am scusde to keepe my aide in wane Since they mine honour But your king in tempting mischiefe raues Nor sees at once by present things the future how like waues Ils follow ils iniustices being neuer so secure In present times but after plagues euen then are seene as sure Which yet he sees not and so sooths his present lust which checkt Would checke plagues future and he might in succouring right protect Such as fight for his right at fleete they still in safetie fight That fight still iustly This speech vsd Patrâ—…clus did the rite His friend commanded and brought forth Briseis from her tent Briseis led to Agamemnon Gaue her the heralds and away to th'Achiue ships they went She sad and scarce for griefe could go her loue all friends ' forsooke And wept for anger To the shore of th' old sea he betooke Himselfe alone and casting forth vpon the purple sea His wet eyes and his hands to heauen aduancing this sad plea Made to his mother Mother since you brought me forth to breath Achilles to Thetis So short a life Olympius had good right to bequeath My short life honor yet that right he doth in no degree But le ts Atrides do me shame and force that prise from me That all the Greekes gaue this with teares he vtterd and she heard Set with her old sire in his deepes and instantly appeard Vp from the gray sea like a cloud sate by his side and said Why weepes my sonne what grieues thee speake conceale not what hath laid Thetis to Achilles Such hard hand on thee let both know He sighing like a storme Replied Thou dost know why should I things knowne againe informe Achilles to Thetis We marcht to Thebs the sacred towne of king Eetion Sackt it and brought to fleete the spoile which euerie valiant sonne Of Greece indifferently shar'd Atrides had for share Faire-cheekt Chryseis after which his priest that shoots so farre Chryses the faire Chryseis sire arriu'd at th'Achiue fleete With infinite ransome to redeeme the deare imprison'd feete Of his faire daughter In his hands he held Apollos crowne And golden scepter making suite to euerie Grecian sonne But most the sonnes of Atreus the others orderers Yet they least heard him all the rest receiu'd with reuerend eares The motion both the Priest and gifts gracing and holding worth His wisht acceptance Atreus sonne yet vext commanded forth With rude termes Phoebus reuerend Priest who angrie made retreat And prayd to Phoebus in whose grace he standing passing great Got his petition The God an ill shaft sentabrode That tumbl'd downe the Greekes in heapes The host had no abode That was notvisited we askt a Prophet that well knew The cause of all and from his lips Apollos prophecies flew Telling his anger First my selfe exhorted to appease The angerd God which Atreus sonne did at the heart displease And vp he stood vsde threats performd The blacke-eyd Greeks sent home Chryseis to her sire and gaue his God a Hecatome Then for Briseis to my tents Atrides Heralds came And tooke her that the Greekes gaue all If then thy powres can frame Wreake for thy sonne affoord it scale Olympus and implore Ioue if by either word or fact thou euer didst restore Ioy to his greeu'd heart now to helpe I oft haue heard thee vant In court of Peleus that alone thy hand was conuersant In rescue from a cruell spoile the blacke-clowd-gathering Ioue Whom other Godheads would haue bound The powre whose pace doth moue The round earth heauens great Queene and Pallas to whose bands Neptune Iuno and 〈◊〉 confederates in the binding of Iupiâ—… Thou cam'st with rescue bringing vp him with the hundred hands To great Olympus whom the Gods call Briarâ—…us men Aegaeon who
bodie close to which when each had prest for prise Hector the head laid hand vpon which once gript neuer could Be forc't from him Patroclus then vpon the feete got hold And he pincht with as sure a naile so both stood â—…ugging there While all the rest made eager fight and grappl'd euery where And as the East and South wind striue to make a loftie wood Simile Bow to their greatnesse barkie Elmes wild Ashes Beeches bowd Euen with the earth in whose thicke armes the mightie vapors lie And tosse by turnes all either way their leaues at randon flie Boughs murmure and their bodies cracke and with perpetuall din The Syluans falter and the stormes are neuer to begin So rag'd the fight and all from Flight pluckt her forgotten wings While some still stucke still new wingd shafts flew dancing from their strings Huge stones sent after that did shake the shields about the corse Who now in dusts soft forehead stretcht forgat his guiding horse As long as Phoebus turn'd his wheeles about the midst of heauen So long the touch of eithers darts the fals of both made euen But when his waine drew neare the West the Greeks past measure were The abler souldiers and so swept the Troian tumult cleare From off the bodie out of which they drew the hurl'd-in darts And from his shoulders stript his armes and then to more such parts Patroclus turn'd his striuing thoughts to do the Troians ill Thrice like the god of warre he charg'd his voice as horrible And thrice nine those three charges slue but in the fourth assay O then Patroclus shew'd thy last the dreadfull Sunne made way Against that on-set yet the Prince discern'd no deitie He kept the prease so and besides obscur'd his glorious eye With such felt darknesse At his backe he made a sodaine stand And twixt his necke and shoulders laid downe-right with either hand A blow so weightie that his eyes a giddie darknesse tooke And from his head his three-plum'd helme the bounding violence shooke That rung beneath his horses hooues and like a water-spout Was crusht together with the fall The plumes that set it out All spatterd with blacke bloud and dust when euer heretofore It was a capitall offence to haue or dust or gore Defile a triple-feather'd helme but on the head diuine And youthfull temples of their Prince it vsde vntoucht to shine Yet now Ioue gaue it Hectors hands the others death was neare Besides whose lost and filed helme his huge long weightie speare Well bound with iron in his hand was shiuerd and his shield Fell from his shoulders to his feete the bawdricke strewing the field His Curets left him like the rest and all this onely done By great Apollo Then his mind tooke in confusion The vigorous knittings of his ioynts dissolu'd and thus diâ—…maid A Dardan one of Panthus sons and one that ouerlaid All Troians of his place with darts swift footing skill and force In noble horsmanship and one that tumbl'd from their horse One after other twentie men and when he did but learne The art of warre nay when he first did in the field discerne A horse and chariot of his guide this man with all these parts His name Euphorbus comes behind and twixt the shoulders darts Forlorne Patroclus who yet liu'd and th' other getting forth His Iauelin tooke him to his strength nor durst he stand the worth Of thee Patroclus though disarmd who yet discomfited By Phoebus and Euphorbus wound the red heape of the dead He now too late shund and retir'd When Hector saw him yeeld And knew he yeelded with a wound he scour'd the armed field Came close vp to him and both sides strooke quite through with his lance He fell and his most weightie fall gaue fit tune to his chance For which all Greece extremely mourn'd And as a mightie strife Simile About a litle fount begins and riseth to the life Of some fell Bore resolu'd to drinke when likewise to the spring A Lion comes alike disposde the Bore thirsts and his King Both proud and both will first be seru'd and then the Lion takes Aduantage of his soueraigne strength and th' other fainting makes Resigne his thirst vp with his bloud Patroclus so enforc't When he had forc't so much braue life was from his owne diuorc't And thus his great Diuorcer brau'd Patroclus thy conceit Hectors insultation ouer Patroclus being woun ded vnder him Gaue thee th'euersion of our Troy and to thy fleete a freight Of Troian Ladies their free liues put all in bands by thee But too much priser of thy selfe all these are propt by me For these haue my horse stretcht their hoofes to this so long a warre And I farre best of Troy in armes keepe off from Troy as farre Euen to the last beame of my life their necessary day And here in place of vs and ours on thee shall Vultures prey Poore wretch nor shall thy mightie Friend affoord thee any aid That gaue thy parting much deepe charge And this perhaps he said Martiall Patroclus turne not face nor see my fleete before The curets from great Hectors breast all guilded with his gore Thou hew'st in peeces if thus vaine were his far-stretcht commands As vaine was thy heart to beleeue his words lay in thy hands He languishing replide This proues thy glory worse then vaine Patroclus langu to Hector That when two gods haue giuen thy hands what their powres did obtaine They conquering and they spoiling me both of my armes and mind It being a worke of ease for them thy soule should be so blind To ouersee their euident deeds and take their powres to thee When if the powres of twentie such had dar'd t' encounter me My lance had strew'd earth with them all Thou onely doest obtaine A third place in my death whom first a harmfull fate hath 〈◊〉 Effected by Latonas sonne second and first of men Euphorbus And this one thing more concernes thee note it then Thou shalt not long suruiue thy selfe nay now Death cals for thee And violent fate Achilles lance shall make this good for me Thus death ioyn'd to his words his end his soule tooke instant wing And to the house that hath no lights descended sorrowing For his sad fate to leaue him yong and in his ablest age He dead yet Hector askt him why in that prophetique rage He so forespake him when none knew but great Achilles might Preuent his death and on his lance receiue his latest light Thus setting on his side his foote he drew out of his wound His brazen lance and vpwards cast the body on the ground When quickly while the dart was hote he charg'd Automâ—…don Hector charges 〈◊〉 Automâ—…don for Achilles horses Diuine guide of Achilles steeds in great contention To seise him to but his so swift and deathlesse horse that fetch Their gift to Peleus from the gods soone rap't him from his reach COMMENTARIVS a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉
Ioue to Thetis Iuno will storme and all my powers inflame with contumelies Euer she wrangles charging me in eare of all the Gods That I am partiall still that I adde the displeasing oddes Of my aide to the Ilians Be gone then lest she see Leaue thy request to my care yet that trust may hearten thee With thy desires grant and my powre to giue it act approue How vaine her strife is to thy praire my eminent head shall moue Which is the great signe of my will with all th' immortall states Irreuocable neuer failes neuer without the rates Of all powers else when my head bowes all heads bow with it still As their first mouer and giues powre to any worke I will He said and his blacke-ey-brows bent aboue his deathleâ—…se head Th'Ambrosian curls flowed great heauen shooke and both were seuered Their counsels broken To the depth of Neptunes kingdome diu'd Thetis from heauens height Ioue arose and all the Gods receiu'd All rising from their thrones their sire attending to his court None sate when he rose none delaid the furnishing his port Till he came neare all met with him and brought him to his throne Nor sate great Iuno ignorant when she beheld alone Old Nereus siluer-footed seed with Ioue that she had brought Counsels to heauen and straight her tongue had teeth in it that wrought This sharpe inuectiue Who was that thou craftiest counsellor Iuno to 〈◊〉 Of all the Gods that so apart some secret did implore Euer apart from me thou lou'st to counsell and decree Things of more close trust then thou thinkst are fit t' impart to me What euer thou determin'st I must euer be denied The knowledge of it by thy will To her speech thus replied Iupiter to Iuno The Father both of men and Gods Haue neuer hope to know My whole intentions though my wife it fits not nor would show Well to thine owne thoughts but what fits thy womans eare to heare Woman nor man nor God shall know before it grace thine eare Yet what apart from men and Gods I please to know forbeare T' examine or enquire of that She with the cowes faire eyes Respected Iuno this returnd Austere king of the skies Iunos replie What hast thou vtterd when did I before this time enquire Or sift thy counsels passing close you are still your desire Is seru'd with such care that I feare you can scarce vouch the deed That makes it publike being seduc't by this old sea-Gods seed That could so early vse her knees embracing thine I doubt The late act of thy bowed head was for the working out Of some boone she askt that her sonne thy partiall hand would please With plaguing others Wretch said he thy subtle ielousies Ioue incenst Are still exploring my designes can neuer scape thine eye Which yet thou neuer canst preuent Thy curiositie Makes thee lesse car'd for at my hands and horrible the end Shall make thy humor If it be what thy suspects intend What then t is my free will it should to which let way be giuen With silence curbe your tongue in time lest all the Gods in heauen Too few be and too weake to helpe thy punisht insolence When my inaccessible hands shall fall on thee The sence Of this high threatning made her feare and silent she sate downe Humbling her great heart All the Gods in court of Ioue did frowne At this offence giuen amongst whom heauens famous Artizan Ephatstus in his mothers care this comely speech began A name of Vulcan Beleeue it these words will breed wounds beyond our powres to beare If thus for mortals ye fall out Ye make a tumult here That spoiles our banquet Euermore worst matters put downe best But mother though your selfe be wise yet let your sonne request His wisdome audience Giue good termes to our lou'd father Ioue For feare he take offence againe and our kind banquet proue A wrathfull battell If he will the heauenly lightner can Take you and tosse you from your throne his power Olympian Is so surpassing Soften then with gentle speech his splene And drinke to him I know his heart will quickly downe againe This said arising from his throne in his lou'd mothers hand Vultan fils and giues the cup to â—…uno He put the double handeld cup and said Come do not stand On these crosse humors suffer beare though your great bosome grieue And lest blowes force you all my aide not able to relieue Your hard condition though these eyes behold it and this heart Sorrow to thinke it t is a taske too dangerous to take part Against Olympius I my selfe the proofe of this still feele When other Gods would faine haue helpt he tooke me by the heele The fall of Vulcan And hurld me out of heauen all day I was in falling downe At length in Lemnos I strooke earth the likewise falling Sunne And I together set my life almost set too yet there The Sintij cheard and tooke me vp This did to laughter cheare White-wristed Iuno who now tooke the cup of him and smil'd The sweete-peace-making-draught went round and lame Ephaistus fild Vulcan skinker to the Gods Nectar to all the other Gods A laughter neuer left Shooke all the blessed dâ—…ities to see the lame so deft At that cup seruice All that day euen till the Sunne went downe They banqueted and had such cheere as did their wishes crowne Nor had they musicke lesse diuine Apollo there did touch Apollo touches his harpe at the banquet and the Musessing to it His most sweete harpe to which with voice the Muses pleasd as much But when the Suns faire light was set each Godhead to his house Addrest for sleepe where euerie one with art most curious By heauens great both-foote halting God a seuerall roofe had built Euen he to sleepe went by whose hand heauen is with lightning guilt High Ioue where he had vsd to rest when sweet sleepe seisd his eyes By him the golden-thron'd Queene slept the Queene of deities COMMENTARIVS Since I dissent from all other Translators and Interpreters that euer assaid exposition of this miraculous Poeme especially where the diuine rapture is most exempt from capacitie in Grammarians meerely and Grammaticall Criticks and where the inward sense or soule of the sacred Muse is onely within eye-shot of a Poeticall spirits inspection lest I be preiudiced with opinion to dissent of ignorance or singularity I am bound by this briefe Comment to shew I vnderstand how all other extants vnderstand my reasons why I reiect them and how I receiue my Author In which labour if where all others find discords and dissonances I proue him entirely harmonious and proportionate if where they often alter and flie his originall I at all parts stand fast and obserue it if where they mixe their most pitiful castigations with his praises I render him without touch and beyond admiration though truth in her verie nakednesse sits
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 〈◊〉
protect Which angers Neptune Ioue by haplesse signes In depth of night succeeding woes diuines Another Argument In Eta Priams strongest sonne Combats with Aiax Tâ—…lamon THis said braue Hector through the ports with Troyes bane-bringing Knight Made issue to th' insatiate field resolu'd to feruent fight These next foure bookâ—…s haue not my last hand 〈◊〉 because the rest for a time will be sufficient to emâ—…oy yâ—…ur censures suspend them of these spare not the other And as the weather-wielder sends to Sea-men prosperous gales When with their sallow-polisht Oares long lifted from their fals Their wearied armes dissolu'd with â—…yle can scarce strike one stroke more Like those sweet winds appear'd these Lords to Troians tir'd before Then fell they to the works of death by Paris valour fell King Aâ—…eithous haplesse sonne that did in Arna dwell Menestbius whos 's renown'd Siâ—…e a Club did euer beare And of Philomedusa gat that had her eyes so cleare This slaughterd issue Hectors dart strooke Eioneus dead Beneath his good steele caske it pierc't aboue his gorget stead Glaucus Hyppolochus his sonne that led the Lycian crew Iphinous-Dexiades with sodaine Iauelin slew As he was mounting to his horse his shoulders tooke the speare And ere he sate in tumbling downe his powres dissolued were When gray-eyd Pallas had perceiu'd the Greekes so fall in fight Pallâ—… to the Grecian ayd Apollo to the Troian From high Olympus top she stoopt and did on Ilion light Apollo to encounter her to Pergamus did flie From whence he looking to the field wisht Troians victorie Apollo to Pallâ—… At Ioues broad Beech these godheads met and first Ioues sonne obiects Why burning in contention thus do thy extreme affects Conduct thee from our peacefull hill is it to ouersway The doubtfull victorie of fight and giue the Greeks the day Thou neuer pitiest perishing Troy yet now let me perswade That this day no more mortall wounds may either side inuade Hereafter till the end of Troy they shall apply the fight Since your immortall wils resolue to ouerturne it quite Pallas replide It likes me well for this came I from heauen Pallas to Apollo But to make either army ceasse what order shall be giuen He said We will direct the spirit that burnes in Hectors brest His reply To challenge any Greeke to wounds with single powers imprest Which Greeks admiring will accept and make some one stand out So stout a challenge to receiue with a defence as stout It is confirmd and Hellenus King Priams loued seed Hellenâ—… Priams sonne and a Prophet to Hector By Augurie discernd th' euent that these two powres decreed And greeting Hector askt him this Wilt thou be once aduisde I am thy brother and thy life with mine is euenly prisde Command the rest of Troy and Greece to ceasse this publicke fight And what Greeke beares the greatest mind to single strokes excite I promise thee that yet thy soule shall not descend to fates So heard I thy suruiuall cast by the celestiall States Hector with glad allowance gaue his brothers counsell eare And fronting both the hoasts aduanc't iust in the midst his speare The Troians instantly surceasse the Greeks Atrides staid The God that beares the siluer Bow and warres triumphant Maide The combat prepared On Ioues Beech like two Vultures sat pleasd to behold both parts Flow in to heare so sternly arm'd with huge shields helmes and darts And such fresh horror as you see driuen through the wrinkled waues Bâ—… rising Zephyre vnder whom the sea growes blacke and raues Simile Such did the hastie gathering troupes of both hoasts make to heare Whose tumult settl'd twixt them both thus spake the challenger Heare Troians and ye well arm'd Greeks what my strong mind diffusde Tâ—…rough all my spirits commands me speake Saturnius hath not vsde His promist fauour for our truce but studying both our ils Will neuer ceasse till Mars by you his rauenous stomacke fils With ruin'd Troy or we consume your mightie Sea-borne fleet Sinâ—…e then the Generall Peeres of Greece in reach of one voice meete Amâ—…ngst you all whose breast includes the most impulsiue mind Hector to both hoasts Let him stand forth as combatrant by all the rest designde 〈◊〉 whom thus I call high Ioue to witnesse of our strife Iâ—… he with home-thrust iron can reach th'exposure of my life Spoiling my armes let him at will conuey them to his tent But let my body be returnd that Troys two-sext descent May waste it in the funerall Pile if I can slaughter him Apollo honoring me so much I le spoile his conquerd lim And beare his armes to Ilion where in Apollos shrine I le hang them as my trophies due his body I le resigne To be disposed by his friends in flamie funerals And honourd with erected tombe where Hellespontus fals Into Egaeum and doth reach euen to your nauall rode That when our beings in the earth shall hide their period Suruiuers sailing the blacke sea may thus his name renew This is his monument whose bloud long since did fates embrew 〈◊〉 per 〈◊〉 Whom passing farre in fortitude illustrate Hector slew This shall posteritie report and my fame neuer die This said dumbe silence seiz'd them all they shamed to denie And fear'd to vndertake At last did Menelaus speake Checkt their remisnesse and so sigh'd as if his heart would breake Menelaâ—… 〈◊〉 Aye me but onely threatning Greeks not worthy Grecian names This more and more not to be borne makes grow our huge defames Phryges saith 〈◊〉 imitator If Hectors honorable proofe be entertaind by none But you are earth and water all which symboliz'd in one Haue fram'd your faint vnfirie spirits ye sit without your harts Grosly inglorious but my selfe will vse acceptiue darts And arme against him though you thinke I arme gainst too much ods But conquests garlands hang aloft amongst th' immortall gods He arm'd and gladly would haue fought but Menelaus then By Hectors farre more strength thy soule had fled th'abodes of men Had not the kings of Greece stood vp and thy attempt restraind And euen the king of men himselfe that in such compasse raign'd Who tooke him by the bold right hand and sternly pluckt him backe Agamemnon wiser then his brother Mad brother t is no worke for thee thou seekst thy wilfull wracke Containe though it despite thee much nor for this strife engage Thy person with a man more strong and whom all feare t'enrage Yea whom Aeacides himselfe in men-renowning warre Makes doubt t' encounter whose huge strength surpasseth thine by farre Sit thou then by thy regiment some other Greeke will rise Though he be dreadlesse and no warre will his desires suffice That makes this challenge to our strength our valours to auow To whom if he can scape with life he will be glad to bow This drew his brother from his will who yeelded knowing it true And his glad souldiers tooke
was glad to see so much good fortune quite The forward mind of his young sonne that vsde my youth in deeds And would not smother it in moods Now drew the Suns bright steeds Light from the hils our heralds now accited all that were Endamag'd by the Elians our Princes did appeare Our boote was parted many men th' Epeians much did owe That being our neighbors they did spoile afflictions did so flow On vs poore Pyleans though but few In brake great Hereules To our sad confines of late yeares and wholly did suppresse Our haplesse Princes twice sixe sonnes renownd Neleius bred Onely my selfe am left of all the rest subdude and dead And this was it that made so proud the base Epeian bands On their neare neighbors being opprest to lay iniurious hands A heard of Oxen for himselfe a mightie flocke of sheepe My Syre selected and made choice of shepheards for their keep And from the generall spoyle he culd three hundred of the best The Elians ought him infinite most plagu'd of all the rest Foure wager-winning horse he lost and chariots interuented Being led to an appointed race The prize that was presented Was a religious threefoote vrne Augeas was the king That did detaine them and dismist their keeper sorrowing For his lou'd charge lost with foule words Then both for words and deeds My Sire being worthily incenst thus iustly he proceeds To satisfaction in first choice of all our wealthie prize And as he shar'd much much he left his subiects to suffise That none might be opprest with power or want his portion due Thus for the publike good we shar'd Then we to temples drue Our complete citie and to heauen we thankfull rights did burne For our rich conquest The third day ensuing our returne The Elians flew on vs in heapes their generall Leaders were The two Moliones two boyes vntrained in the feare Of horrid warre or vse of strength A certaine citie shines Vpon a loftie Prominent and in th' extreme confines Of sandie Pylos seated where Alpheus flood doth run And cald Thryessa this they sieg'd and gladly would haue wun But hauing past through all our fields Minerua as our spie Fell from Olympus in the night and arm'd vs instantly Nor mustred she vnwilling men nor vnprepar'd for force My Sire yet would not let me arme but hid away my horse Esteeming me no souldier yet yet shin'd I nothing lesse Amongst our Gallants though on foote Mineruaâ—… mightinesse Led me to fight and made me beare a souldiers worthie name There is a floud fals into sea and his crookt course doth frame Close to Arena and is cald bright Myniaeus streame There made we halt and there the Sun cast many a glorious beame On our bright armours horse and foote insea'd together there Then marcht we on By fierie noone we saw the sacred cleare Of great Alphaeus where to Ioue we did faire sacrifice And to the azure God that rules the vnder-liquid skies We offerd vp a solemne Bull a bull t' Alphâ—…us name And to the blew eyd maid we burnd a heifer neuer tame Now was it night we supt and slept about the flood in armes The foe laide hard siege to our towne and shooke it with alaâ—…mes But for preuention of their splenes a mightie worke of warre Appeard behind them For as soone as Phoebus fierie Carre Cast nights foule darknes from his wheeles inuoking reuerend Ioue And the vnconquerd maide his birth we did th' euent approue And gaue them battell first of all I slue the armie saw The mightie souldier Mulius Augeus sonne in law And spoyld him of his one-hou'd horse his eldest daughter was Bright Agamede that for skill in simples did surpasse And knew as many kind of drugs as earths brode center bred Him charg'd I with my brasse arm'd lance the dust receiu'd him dead I leaping to his chariot amongst the formost prest And the great hearted Elyans fled frighted seeing their best And lofti'st souldier taken downe the Generall of their horse I follow'd like a blacke whiâ—…lwind and did for prize enforce Full fiftie chariots euerie one furnisht with two arm'd men Who eate the earth slaine with my lance and I had slaughterd then The two young boyes Moliones if their world circling Sire Great Neptune had not saft their liues and couered their retire With vnpierc't clouds then Ioue bestow'd a haughtie victorie Vpon vs Pyleans For so long we did the chase apply Slaughtring and making spoile of armes till sweet Buprasius soile Alesius and Olenia were fam'd with our recoile For there Minerua turnd our power and there the last I slew As when our battell ioyn'd the first the Peleans then withdrew To Pylos from Buprasius Of all the Immortals then They most thankt Ioue for victorie Nestor the most of men Such was I euer if I were employd with other Peeres And I had honour of my youth which dies not in my yeares But Great Achilles onely ioyes habilitie of act In his braue Prime and doth not daine t' impart it where t is lackt No doubt he will extremely mourne long after that blacke howre Wherein our ruine shall be wrought and rue his ruthlesse powre O friend my memorie reuiues the charge Menetius gaue Thy towardnesse when thou setst forth to keepe out of the graue Our wounded honour I my selfe and wise Vlysses were Within the roome where euerie word then spoken we did heare For we were come to Peleus Court as we did mustering passe Through rich Achaia where thy Sire renownd Menetius was Thy selfe and great Aeacides when Peleus the King To thunder-louing Ioue did burne an Oxe for offering In his Court-yard a cup of gold crownd with red wine he held On th' holy Incensorie pour'd You when the Oxe was feld Were dressing his diuided lims we in the Portall stood Achilles seeing vs come so neare his honorable blood Was strooke with a respectiue shame rose tooke vs by the hands Brought vs both in and made vs sit and vsde his kind commands For seemely hospitable rights which quickly were apposd Then after needfulnesse of foode I first of all disclosd The royall cause of our repaire mou'd you and your great friend To consort our renown'd designes both straight did condescend Your fathers knew it gaue consent and graue instruction To both your valours Peleus charg'd his most vnequald sonne To gouerne his victorious strength and shine past all the rest In honour as in meere maine force Then were thy parting 's blest With deare aduices from thy Sire My loued sonne said he Achilles by his grace of birth superiour is to thee And for his force more excellent yet thou more ripe in yeares Then with sound counsels ages fruits imploy his honord yeares Command and ouerrule his moodes his nature will obay In any charge discreetly giuen that doth his good assay Thus charg'd thy Sire which thou forgetst yet now at last approue With forced reference of these th'attraction of his loue Who knowes if
and fame and therefore threw Stones from the wals and towres as thicke as when a drift wind shakes Blacke-clouds in peeces and plucks snow in great and plumie flakes From their soft bosomes till the ground be wholly cloth'd in white So earth was hid with stones and darts darts from the Troian fight Stones from the Greeks that on the helms and bossie Troian shields Kept such a rapping it amaz'd great Asius who now yeelds Sighes beates his thighes and in a rage his fault to Ioue applies O Ioue said he now cleare thou shew'st thou art a friend to lies Asiâ—… neare his dâ—…ath blames 〈◊〉 for it Pretending in the flight of Greece the making of it good To all their ruines which I thought could neuer be withstood Yet they as yellow Waspes or Bees that hauing made their nest Apta ad rem comparatio The gasping Cranny of a hill when for a hunters feast Hunters come hote and hungrie in and dig for honny Comes They flie vpon them strike and sting and from their hollow homes Will not be beaten but defend their labours fruite and brood No more will these be from their port but either lose their blood Although but two against all vs or be our prisoners made All this to do his action grace could not firme Ioue perswade Who for the generall counsell stood and gainst his singular braue Bestow'd on Hector that daies fame Yet he and these behaue Themselues thus nobly at this port but how at other ports And all alongst the stony wall sole force gainst force and forts Rag'd in contention twixt both hoasts it were no easie thing Had I the bosome of a God to tune to life and sing The Troians fought not of themselues a fire from heauen was throwne That ran amongst them through the wall meere added to their owne The Greeks held not their owne weake griefe went with her witherd hand And dipt it deepely in their spirits since they could not command Their forces to abide the field whom harsh Necessitie â—…o saue those ships should bring them home and their good forts supply Draue to th'expulsiue fight they made and this might stoope them more Then Need it selfe could eleuate for euen Gods did deplore Their dire estates and all the Gods that were their aids in war Who though they could not cleare their plights yet were their friends thus far Still to vphold the better sort for then did Polepaet passe A lance at Damasus whose helme was made with cheekes of brasse Yet had not proofe enough the pyle draue through it and his skull His braine in blood drownd and the man so late so spiritfull Fell now quite spirit-lesse to earth So emptied he the veines Of Pylon and Ormenus liues and then Leonteus gaines The lifes end of Hippomachus Antimachus-his sonne His lance fell at his girdle stead and with his end begun Another end Leonteus left him and through the prease His keene sword drawne ran desperatly vpon Antiphates And liuelesse tumbled him to earth Nor could all these liues quench His fierie spirit that his flame in Menons blood did drench And rag'd vp euen to Iamens and yong Orestes life All heapt together made their peace in that red field of strife Whose faire armes while the victors â—…poild the youth of Ilion Of which thereseru'd the most and best still boldly built vpon The wisedome of Polydamas and Hectors matchlesse strength And follow'd fild with wondrous spirit with wish and hope at length The Greeks wall wun to fire their fleet But hauing past the dike And willing now to passe the wall this prodigie did strike Their hearts with some deliberate stay A high-flowne-Eagle sorde On their troopes left hand and sustaind a Dragon all engorde In her strong seres of wondrous sise and yet had no such checke In life and spirit but still she fought and turning backe her necke So stung the Eagles gorge that downe she cast her feruent prey Amongst the multitude and tooke vpon the winds her way Crying with anguish When they saw a branded Serpent sprawle So full amongst them from aboue and from Ioues fowle let fall They tooke it an ostent from him stood frighted and their cause Polydamas thought iust and spake Hector you know applause Polydamas to Hector Of humour hath bene farre from me nor fits it or in warre Or in affaires of Court a man imploid in publicke care To blanch things further then their truth or flatter any powre And therefore for that simple course your strength hath oft bene sowre To me in counsels yet againe what shewes in my thoughts best I must discouer let vs ceasse and make their flight our rest For this dayes honor and not now attempt the Grecian fleet For this I feare will be th' euent the prodigie doth meet So full with our affaire in hand As this high flying fowle Vpon the left wing of our host implying our controwle Houerd aboue vs and did trusse within her golden seres A Serpent so embrew'd and bigge which yet in all her feares Kept life and feruent spirit to fight and wrought her owne release Nor did the Eagles Airie feed So though we thus farre prease Vpon the Grecians and perhaps may ouerrune their wall Our high minds aiming at their fleet and that we much appall Their trussed spirits yet are they so Serpent-like disposd That they willl fight though in our seres and will at length be losd With all our outcries and the life of many a Troian breast Shall with the Eagle flie before we carrie to our nest Them or their nauie thus expounds the Augure this ostent Whose depth he knowes these should feare Hector with countenance bent Thus answerd him Polydamas your depth in augurie Hector to Polydamas I like not and know passing well thou dost not satisfie Thy selfe in this opinion or if thou think'st it true Thy thoughts the Gods blind to aduise and vrge that as our due That breakes our duties and to â—…oue whose vow and signe to me Is past directly for our speed yet light-wingd birds must be By thy aduice our Oracles whose feathers little stay My serious actions What care I if this or th' other way Their wild wings sway them if the right on which the Sunne doth rise Or to the left hand where he sets T is Ioues high counsell flies With those wings that shall beare vp vs Ioues that both earth and heauen Both men and Gods sustaines and rules One augurie is giuen To order all men best of all fight for thy countries right But why fearst thou our further charge for though the dangerous fight Strew all men heâ—…e about the fleet yet thou needst neuer feare To beare their Fates thy warie heart will neuer trust thee where An enemies looke is and yet fight for if thou dar'st abstaine Or whisper into any eare an abstinence so vaine As thou aduisest neuer feare that any foe shall take Thy life from thee for t
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
think of a better exposition when a worse cannot be coniectured vnlesse that of Eustathius as I hope you will cleerly grant me when you heare but mine Which is this The sacrifice is not made by Agamemnon for any resemblance or reference it hath to the Lady now to be restored which since these Clerkes will needs haue it a Sow in behalfe of Ladies I disdaine but onely to the reconciliation of Agamemnon and Achilles for a sacred signe whereof and that their wraths were noâ—… absolutely appeased Agamemnon thought fit a Bore being the most wrathfull of all beasts should be sacrificed to Ioue intimating that in that Bore they sacrificed their wraths to Iupiâ—…er and became friends And thus is the originall word preserued which together with the sacred sence of our Homer in a thousand other places suffers most ignorant and barbarous violence But here being weary both with finding faults and my labour till a refreshing come I wil end my poore Comment Holding it not altogether vnfit with this ridiculous contention of our Commentors a litle to quicken you and make it something probable that their ouersight in this trifle is accompanied with a thousand other errors in matter of our diuine Homers depth and grauitie Which will not open it selfe to the curious austeritie of belabouring art but onely to the naturall and most ingenuous soule of our thrice sacred Poesie The end of the nineteenth Booke THE XX. BOOKE OF HOMERS ILIADS. THE ARGVMENT BY Ioues permission all the gods descend To aide on both parts For the Greekes contend Iuno Minerua Neptune Mulâ—…ber And Mercurie The deâ—…ies that prefer The Troian part are Phoebus Cyprides 〈◊〉 Phoebe Latona and the foe to Peace With bright Scamander Neptune in a mist Preserues Aeneas daring to resist Achilles by whose hand much skath is done Besides the slaughter of old Priaâ—…s sonne Yong Polydor whose rescue Hector makes Him flying Phoebus to his rescue takes The rest all shunning their importun'd fates Achilles beates euen to the Ilian gates Another Argument In Ypsilon Strife stirres in heauen The dayes grace to the Greekes is giuen THe Greeks thus arm'd and made insatiate with desire of fight About thee Peleus sonne The foe in ground of greatest height Stood opposite rang'd Then Ioue charg'd Themis froÌ„ Olympus top To call a court she euery way disperst and summon'd vp Ioue summons all the â—…ties to counsell All deities Not any floud besides Oceanus But made apparance not a Nymph that arbours odorous The heads of flouds and flowrie medowes make their sweeâ—…e abodes Was absent there but all at his court that is king of gods Assembl'd and in lightsome seates of admirable frame Perform'd for Ioue by Vulean sate Euen angry Neptune came Nor heard the goddesse with vnwilling â—…are but with the rest Made free ascension from the sea and did his state inuest In midst of all begun the counsell and inquir'd of Ioue His reason for that session and on what point did moue His high intention for the foes he thought the heate of warre Was then neare breaking out in flames To him the Thunderer Thou know'st this counsell by the rest of those forepurposes That still inclin'd me my cares still must succour the distresse Of Troy though in the mouth of Faâ—…e yet vow I not to stirre One step from off this top of heauen but all th affaire referre To any one Here I le hold state and freely take the ioy Of eithers fate helpe whom ye please for t is assur'd that Trâ—…y Not one dayes conflict can sustaine against A Eacides If heauen oppose not His meere lookes threw darts enow t'impresse Their powres with trembling but when blowes sent from his fiery hand Thrice heat by slaughter of his friend shall come and countermand Their formeâ—… glories we haue feare that though Fate keepe their wall Hee 'l ouerturne it Then descend and ceasse not till ye all Adde all your aides mixe earth and heauen together with the fight Achilles vrgeth These his words did such a warre excite As no mans powre could wrastle downe the gods with parted harts Departed heauen and made earth warre To guide the Grecian daâ—…s The names of the gods partakers with either part Iuno and Pallas with the god that doth the earth embrace And most-for-mans-vse Mercurie whom good wise inwards grace Were partially and all emploid and with them halted downe Proud of his strength lame Mulciber his walkers quite misgrowne But made him tread exceeding sure To aide the Ilian side The changeable in armes went Mars and him accompanied Diana that delights in shafts and Phoebus neuer shorne And Aphrodite laughter-pleasde and she of whom was borne Still yong Apollo and the floud that runnes on golden sands Bright Xanthus All these aided Troy and till these lent their hands The Grecians triumpht in the aide AEacides did adde The Troians trembling with his sight so gloriously clad He ouershin'd the field and Mars no harmfuller then he He bore the iron streame on cleare but when Ioues high decree â—…et fall the gods amongst their troupes the field sweld and the fight Grew fierce and horrible The* Dame that armies doth excite 〈◊〉 Thunderd with Clamor sometimes set at dike without the wall And sometimes on the bellowing shore On th' other side the Call Of Mars to fight was terrible he cried out like a storme Set on the cities pinnacles and there he would informe Sometimes his heartnings Other times where Simois powres on His siluer currant at the foote of high Callicolon And thus the blest gods both sides vrg'd they all stood in the mids And brake Contention to the hosts And ouer all their heads The state of the preparation to the fight when the gods were to encounter The gods king in abhorred claps his thunder rattl'd out Beneath them Neptune tost the earth the mountaines round about Bow'd with affright and shooke their heads Ioues hill the earth quake felt Steepe Ida trembling at her rootes and all her fountaines spilt Their browes all crannied Troy did nod the Grecian nauie plaid As on the sea th' infernall king that all things frayes was fraid And leapt affrighted from his throne cried out lest ouer him Neptune should rend in two the earth and so his house so dim So lothsome filthy and abhord of all the gods beside Should open both to gods and men Thus all things shooke and cri'd When this blacke bartell of the gods was ioyning thus arraied Gainst Neptune Phoebus with wing'd shafts gainst Mars the blew-eyd maid Gainst Iuno Phoebe whose white hands bore singing darts of gold Her side arm'd with a sheafe of shafts and by the birth twofold Of bright Latona sister twin to him that shootes so 〈◊〉 Against Latona Hermes stood graue guard in peace and warre Of humane beings gainst the god whose Empire is in fire The watry godhead that great flood to shew whose powre entire In spoile as th' other all his streame
fauourers If one the cup giues t is not long the wine he finds in it Scarce moists his palate if he chance to gaine the grace to sit Suruiuing fathers sonnes repine vse contumelies strike Bid leaue vs where 's thy fathers place He weeping with dislike Retires to me To me ahlas Astyanax is he Borne to these miseries He that late fed on his fathers knee To whom all knees bow'd daintiest fare apposde him and when Sleepe Lay on his temples his cries still'd his heart euen laid in steepe Of all things precious a soft bed a carefull nurâ—…s armes Tooke him to guardiance but now as huge a world of harmes Lies on his suffrance now thou wantst thy fathers hand to friend O my Astyanax O my Lord thy hand that did defend These gates of Ilion these long walls by thy arme measur'd still Amply and onely yet at fleete thy naked corse must â—…ll Vile wormes when dogs are fatiate farre from thy parents care Farre from those funerall ornaments that thy mind would prepare So sodaine being the chance of armes euer expecting death Andromache wrought many funerall ornaments for Hector before his death Which taske though my heart would not serue t' employ my hands beneath I made my women yet performe Many and much in price Were those integuments they wrought t' adorne thy Exequies Which since they flie thy vse thy Corse not laid in their attire Thy sacrifice they shall be made these hands in mischieuous fire Shall vent their vanities And yet being consecrate to thee They shall be kept for citizens and their faire wiues to see Thus spake shee weeping all the dames endeuouring to cheare Her desert state fearing their owne wept with her teare for teare The end of the two and twentieth Booke THE XXIII BOOKE OF HOMERS ILIADS. THE ARGVMENT A Chilles orders Iusts of exequies For his Patroclus and doth sacrifise Twelue Troian Princes most lou'd hounds and horse And other offerings to the honour'd Corse He institutes besides a funerall game Where Diomed for horse-race wins the fame For foote Vlysses others otherwise Striue and obtaine and end the exequies Another Argument Psi sings the rites of the decease Ordaind by great Aeacides THus mourn'd all Troy but when at fleet and Hellespontus shore The Greeks arriu'd each to his ship onely the Conqueror Kept vndisperst his Myrmidons and â—…aid Lou'd countrimen Achilles to his Myrmidons Disioyne not we chariots and horse but bearing hard our reine With state of both march soft and close and mourne about the corse T is proper honour to the dead Then take we out our horse When with our friends kinds woe our hearts haue felt delight to do A virtuous soule right and then sup This said all full of woe Circl'd the Corse Achilles led and thrise about him close All bore their goodly coted horse Amongst all Thetis rose And stirr'd vp a delight in griefe till all their armes with teares And all the sands were wet so much they lou'd that Lord of Feares Then to the center fell the Prince and putting in the breast Of his slaine friend his slaughtring hands began to all the rest Words to their teares Reioyce said he O my Patroclus Thou Achilles to the person of Patroâ—…lus Courted by Dis now now I pay to thy late ouerthrow All my reuenges vow'd before Hector lies slaughterd here Dragd at my chariot and our dogs shall all in peeces teare His hated lims Twelue Troian youths borne of their noblest straines I tooke aliue and yet enrag'd will emptie all their vaines Of vitall spirits sacrifisde before thy heape of fire This said a worke vnworthy him he put vpon his ire And trampl'd Hector vnder foote at his friends feet The rest Disarm'd tooke horse from chariot and all to sleepe addrest At his blacke vessell Infinite were those that rested there Himselfe yet sleepes not now his spirits were wrought about the chere Fit for so high a funerall About the steele vsde then Oxen in heapes lay bellowing preparing food for men Bleating of sheepe and goates fild aire numbers of white-tooth'd swine Swimming in fat lay sindging there the person of the slaine Was girt with slaughter All this done all the Greeke kings conuaid Achilles to the king of men his rage not yet allaid For his Patroclus Being arriu'd at Agamemnons tent Himselfe bad Heralds put to fire a Caldron and present The seruice of it to the Prince to trie if they could win His pleasure to admit their paines to cleanse the blood sok't in About his conquering hands and browes Not by the king of heauen He swore The lawes of friendship damne this false-heart licence giuen Achilles ouerhearing vsed this abruption To men that lose friends not a drop shall touch me till I put Patroclus in the funerall pile before these curles be cut His tombe erected T is the last of all care I shall take While I consort the carefull yet for your entreaties sake And though I lothe food I will eate but early in the morne Atrides vse your strict command that lodes of wood be borne To our design'd place all that fits to light home such a one As is to passe the shades of Death that fire enough set gone His person quickly from our eyes and our diuerted men May plie their businesse This all eares did freely entertaine And found obseruance Then they supt with all things fit and all Repair'd to tents and rest The friend the shores maritimall Sought for his bed and found a place faire and vpon which plaide Achilles retreate from company to the seas short The murmuring billowes There his lims to rest not sseepe he laid Heauily sighing Round about silent and not too neare Stood all his Myrmidons when straite so ouer-labour'd were His goodly lineaments with chace of Hector that beyond His resolution not to sleepe Sleepe cast his fodaine bond Ouer his sense and losde his care Then of his wretched friend The soule appear'd at euery part the forme did comprehend Patroclus appeares to Achilles sleeping His likenesse his faire eyes his voice his stature euery weed His person wore it fantased and stood aboue his head This sad speech vttering Dost thou sleepe Aeacides am I Forgotten of thee Being aliue I found thy memorie Euer respectfull but now dead thy dying loue abates Interre me quickly enter me in Plutoes iron gates For now the soules the shades of men fled from this being beate My spirit from rest and stay my much desir'd receipt Amongst soules plac't beyond the flood Now euery way I erre About this brode-dor'd hoâ—…se of Dis. O helpe then to preferre My soule yet further here I mourne but had the funerall fire Consum'd my bodie neuer more my spirit should retire From hels low region from thence soules neuer are retriu'd To talke with friends here nor shall I a hatefull fate depriu'd My being here that at my birth was fixt and to such fate Euen thou ô god-like
appaid Long since and held it as at first to Priam Ilion And all his subiects for the rape of his licentious sonne Proud Paris that despisde these dames in their diuine accesse Made to his cottage and praisd her that his sad wantonnesse So costly nourisht The twelfth morne now shin'd on the delay Of Hectors rescue and then spake the deitie of the day Apollo to the other gods Thus to th'immortals Shamelesse gods authors of ill ye are To suffer ill Hath Hectors life at all times show'd his care Of all your rights in burning thighs of Beeues and Goates to you And are your cares no more of him vouchsafe ye not euen now Euen dead to keepe him that his wife his mother and his sonne Father and subiects may be mou'd to those deeds he hath done See'ng you preserue him that seru'd you and sending to their hands His person for the rites of fire Achilles that withstands All helpe to others you can helpe one that hath neither hart Nor soule within him that will moue or yeeld to any part That fits a man but Lion-like vplandish and meere wilde Slaue to his pride and all his nerues being naturally compil'd Of eminent strength stalkes out and preyes vpon a silly sheepe And so fares this man That fit ruth that now should draw so deepe In all the world being lost in him And Shame a qualitie Shame a quality that hurts and helpes men exceedingly Of so much weight that both it helpes and hurts excessiuely Men in their manners is not knowne nor hath the powre to be In this mans being Other men a greater losse then he Haue vndergone a sonne suppose or brother of one wombe Yet after dues of woes and teares they bury in his tombe All their deplorings Fates haue giuen to all that are true men True manly patience but this man so soothes his bloudy veine That no bloud serues it he must haue diuine-soul'd Hector bound To his proud chariot and danc't in a most barbarous round About his lou'd friends sepulcher when he is slaine T is vile And drawes no profit after it But let him now awhile Marke but our angers his is spent let all his strength take heed It tempts not our wraths he begets in this outragious deed The dull earth with his furies hate White-wristed Iuno said Being much incenst This doome is one that thou wouldst haue obaid Thou bearer of the siluer bow that we in equall care And honour should hold Hectors worth with him that claimes a share In our deseruings Hector suckt a mortall womans brest Aeacides a goddesses our selfe had interest Both in his infant nourishment and bringing vp with state And to the humane Pelâ—…s we gaue his bridall mate Because he had th'immortals loue To celebrate the feast Of their high nuptials euery god was glad to be a guest And thou fedst of his fathers cates touching thy harpe in grace Of that beginning of our friend whom thy perfidious face In his perfection blusheth not to match with Priâ—…m sonne O thou that to betray and shame art still companion Iâ—…e thus receiu'd her Neuer giue these brode termes to a god Iâ—…e to 〈◊〉 Those two men shall not be compar'd and yet of all that trod The well-pau'd Iliâ—… none so deare to all the deities As Hector was at least to me For offrings most of prise His hands would neuer pretermit Our altars euer stood Furnisht with banquets fitting vs odors and euery good Smokt in our temples and for this foreseeing it his fate We markt with honour which must stand but to giue stealth estate In his deliuerance shun we that nor must we fauour one To shame another Priuily with wrong to Thetis sonne We must not worke out Hectors right There is a ransome due And open course by lawes of armes in which must humbly sue The friends of Hector Which iust meane if any god would stay And vse the other t would not serue for Thetis night and day Is guardian to him But would one call Iris hither I Would giue directions that for gifts the Trâ—…n king should buy His Hectors body which the sonne of Thetis shall resigne This said his will was done the Dame that doth in vapours shine Dewie and thin footed with stormes iumpt to the sable seas Twixt Samos and sharpe Imbers cliffes the lake gron'd with the presse Of her rough feete and plummet-like put in an oxes horne That beares death to the raw-fed fish she diu'd and found forlorne Thetis lamenting her sonnes fate who was in Troy to haue Iris to Thetis Farre from his countrey his death seru'd Close to her Iris stood And said Rise Thetis prudent Ioue whose counsels thirst not blood Cals for thee Thetis answerd her with asking What 's the cause The great god cals my sad powres fear'd to breake th' immortall lawes In going fil'd with griefes to heauen But he sets snares for none With colourd counsels not a word of him but shall be done She said and tooke a sable vaile a blacker neuer wore A heauenly shoulder and gaue way Swift Iris swum before About both rowld the brackish waues They tooke their banks and flew Vp to Olympus where they found Satâ—…nius farre-of-view Spher'd with heauens-euerbeing states Minerua rose and gaue Her place to Thetis neare to Ioue and Iâ—…no did receiue Her entry with a cup of gold in which she dranke to her Grac't her with comfort and the cup to her hand did referre She dranke resigning it And then the sire of men and gods Thus entertain'd her Com'st thou vp to these our blest abodes Faire goddesse Thetis yet art sad and that in so high kind As passeth suffrance this I know and try'd thee and now find Thy will by mine rulde which is rule to all worlds gouernment Besides this triall yet this cause sent downe for thy ascent Nine dayes Contention hath bene held amongst th'immortals here For Hectors person and thy sonne and some aduices were To haue our good spie Mercurie steale from thy sonne the Corse But that reproch I kept farre off to keepe in future force Thy former loue and reuerence Haste then and tell thy sonne The gods are angrie and my selfe take that wrong he hath done To Hector in worst part of all the rather since he still Detaines his person Charge him then if he respect my will For any reason to resigne slaine Hector I will send Iris to Priam to redeeme his sonne and recommend Fit ransome to Achilles grace in which right he may ioy And end his vaine griefe To this charge bright Thetis did employ Instant endeuour From heauens tops she reacht Achilles tent Found him still sighing and some friends with all their complements Soothing his humour othersome with all contention Dressing his dinner all their paines and skils consum'd vpon Thetis to Achilles A huge wooll-bearer slaughterd there His reuerend mother then Came neare tooke kindly his faire hand and askt him Deare sonne
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