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
Nestors art iâ—… ordering his souldiers Embattelling his men at armes and stirring all to blowes Points euerie legion out his Chiefe and euery Chiefe he showes The formes and discipline of warre yet his Commanders were All expert and renowmed men Great Pelagon was there Alastor manly Chromius and Hemon worth a Throne And Byas that could armies leade with these he first put on His horse troopes with their chariots his foote of which he chusde Many the best and ablest men and which he euer vsde As rampire to his generall powre he in the Rere disposd The slouthfull and the least of spirit he in the midst inclosd That such as wanted noble wils base need might force to stand His horse troopes that the Vantgard had he strictly did command To ride their horses temperatly to keepe their rankes and shun Confusion lest their horsemanship and courage made them run Too much presum'd on much too farre and charging so alone Engage themselues in th' enemies strength where many fight with one Who his owne chariot leaues to range let him not freely go But straight vnhorse him with a lance for t is much better so And with this discipline said he this forme these minds this trust Our Ancestors haue walles and townes laid leuell with the dust Thus prompt and long inur'd to armes this old man did exhort And this Atrides likewise tooke in wondrous chearefull sort And said O Father would to heauen that as thy mind remaines Agamemnon to Nestor In wonted vigor so thy knees could vndergo our paines But age that all men ouercomes hath made his prise on thee Yet still I wish that some young man growne old in mind might be Put in proportion with thy yeares and thy mind young in age Be fitly answerd with his youth that still where conflicts rage And young men vsd to thrust for fame thy braue exampling hand Might double our young Grecian spirits and grace our whole Command The old knight answer'd I my selfe could wish O Atreus sonne Nestor to Agamemnon I were as young as when I slue braue Ereuâ—…halion But Gods at all times giue not all their gifts to mortall men If then I had the strength of youth I mist the Counsels then That yeares now giue me and now yeares want that maine strength of youth Yet still my mind retaines her strength as you now said the sooth And would be where that strength is vsd affoording counsels sage To stirre youths minds vp t is the grace and office of our age Let yonger sinewes Men sprong vp whole ages after me And such as haue strength vse it and as strong in honour be The king all this while comforted arriu'd next where he found Well-rode Menestheus Peteus sonne stand still inuirond round With his well-train'd Athenian troopes and next to him he spide The wise Vlysses deedlesse too and all his bands beside Of strong Cephalians for as yet th' alarme had not bene heard In all their quarters Greece and Troy were then so newly stird And then first mou'd as they conceiu'd and they so lookt about To see both hoasts giue proofe of that they yet had cause to doubt Atrides seeing them stand so still and spend their eyes at gaze Began to chide And why said he dissolu'd thus in a maze Thou sonne of Peteus Ioue-nurst king and thou in wicked sleight Agamemnon to Vlysses and Menestheuâ—… A cunning souldier stand ye off Expect ye that the fight Should be by other men begun t is fit the formost band Should shew you there you first should front who first lifts vp his hand First you can heare when I inuite the Princes to a feast When first most friendly and at will ye eate and drinke the best Yet in the fight most willingly ten troopes ye can behold Take place before ye Ithacus at this his browes did fold And said How hath thy violent tongue broke through thy set of teeth Vlysses to Agaâ—…emnon To say that we are slacke in fight and to the field of death Looke others should enforce our way when we were busied then Euen when thou spak'st against the foe to cheate and leade our men But thy eyes shall be witnesses if it content thy will And that as thou pretendst these cares do so affect thee still The father of Telemachâ—… whom I esteeme so deare And to whom as a Legacie I le leaue my deeds done here Euen with the formost band of Troy hath his encounter dar'd And therefore are thy speeches vaine and had bene better spar'd He smiling since he saw him mou'd recald his words and said Agamemnon to Vlysses Most generous Lâ—…ertes sonne most wise of all our aid I neither do accuse thy worth more then thy selfe may hold Fit that inferiours thinke not much being slacke to be controld Nor take I on me thy command for well I know thy mind Knowes how sweet gentle counsels are and that thou standst enclind As I my selfe for all our good On then if now we spake What hath displeasd another time we full amends will make And Gods grant that thy vertue here may proue so free and braue That my reproofes may still be vaine and thy deseruings graue Thus parted they and forth he went when he did leaning find Against his chariot neare his horse him with the mightie mind Great Diomedes Tydeus sonne and Sthenelus the seed Of Capaneius whom the king seeing likewise out of deed Thus cried he out on Diomed O melin what a feare Agamemnon chideth Diomed. The wise great warriour Tydeus sonne stands gazing euerie where For others to begin the fight It was not Tydeus vse To be so danted whom his spirit would euermore produce Before the formost of his friends in these affaires of fright As they report that haue beheld him labour in a fight For me I neuer knew the man nor in his presence came But excellent aboue the rest he was in generall fame And one renowm'd exploit of his I am assur'd is true The historie of Tydeus He came to the Mycenian Court without armes and did sue At Godlike Polinices hands to haue some worthie aid To their designes that gainst the wals of sacred Thebes were laid He was great Polinices guest and nobly entertaind And of the kind Mycenian state what he requested gaind In meere consent but when they should the same in act approue By some sinister prodigies held out to them by Ioâ—…e They were discourag'd thence he went and safely had his passe Backe to Aesopus flood renowm'd for Bulrushes and grasse Yet once more their Ambassadour the Grecian Peâ—…res addresse Lord Tydeus to Eteocles to whom being giuen accesse He found him feasting with a crew of Cadmians in his hall Amongst whom though an enemie and onely one to all To all yet he his challenge made at euerie Martiall feate And easly foild all since with him Minerâ—…a was so great The ranke-rode Cadmians much incenst with their so
Lycian Pandarus a man that being bred Out of a faithlesse familie she thought was fit to shed The blood of any innocent and breake the couenant sworne He was Lycaons sonne whom Ioue into a Wolfe did turne For sacrificing of a child and yet in armes renownd As one that was inculpable him Pallas standing found And round about him his strong troopes that bore the shadie shields He brought them from Aesaepus flood let through the Lycian fields Whom standing neare she whispred thus Lycaons warlike sonne Pallas to Pandarus perswading him to breaks the 〈◊〉 Shall I despaire at thy kind hands to haue a fauour done Nor dar'st thou let an arrow flie vpon the Spartan king It would be such a grace to Troy and such a glorious thing That euerie man would giue his gift but Alexanders hand Would loade thee with them if he could discouer from his stand His foes pride strooke downe with thy shaft and he himselfe ascend The flaming heape of funerall Come shoote him princely friend But first inuoke the God of light that in thy land was borne And is in archers art the best that euer sheafe hath worne To whom a hundred first ew'd lambes vow thou in holy fire When safe to sacred Zelias towres thy zealous steps retire With this the mad-gift-greedie man Minerua did perswade The description of 〈◊〉 his bow Who instantly drew forth a bow most admirably made Of th'antler of a iumping Goate bred in a steepe vp land Which Archerlike as long before he tooke his hidden stand The Euicke skipping from a rocke into the breast he smote And headlong feld him from his cliffe The forehead of the Gote Held out a wondrous goodly palme that sixteene branches brought Of all which ioynd an vsefull bow a skilfull Bowyer wrought Which pickt and polisht both the ends he hid with hornes of gold And this bow bent he close laid downe and bad his souldiers hold Their shields before him lest the Greekes discerning him should rise In tumults ere the Spartan king could be his arrowes prise Meane space with all his care he chusd and from his quiuer drew An arrow fetherd best for flight and yet that neuer flew Strong headed and most apt to pierce then tooke he vp his bow And nockt his shaft the ground whence all their future griefe did grow When praying to his God the Sunne that was in Lycia bred And king of Archers promising that he the blood would shed Of full an hundred first fallen lambes all offred to his name When to Zelias sacred wals from rescu'd Troy he came He tooke his arrow by the nocke and to his bended brest Virgil vseth these verses The Oxy sinew close he drew euen till the pile did rest Vpon the bosome of the bow and as that sauage prise Pandarus draught and shoote His strength constraind into an Orb as if the wind did rise The coming of it made a noise the sinew forged string Did giue a mightie twang and forth the eager shaft did sing Affecting speedinesse of flight amongst the Achiue throng Nor were the blessed heauenly powres vnmindfull of thy wrong O Menelaus but in chiefe Ioues seed the Pillager 〈◊〉 hurt Stood close before and slackt the force the arrow did confer With as much care and little hurt As doth a mother vse Simile And keepe off from her babe when sleepe doth through his powers diffuse His golden humor and th' assaults of rude and busie flies She still checks with her carefull hand for so the shaft she plies That on the buttons made of gold which made his girdle fast And where his curets double were the fall of it she plac't And thus much proofe she put it to the buckle made of gold The belt it fastned brauely wrought his curets double fold And last the charmed plate he wore which helpt him more then all And gainst all darts and shafts bestowd was to his life a wall So through all these the vpper skin the head did onely race Yet foorth the blood flow'd which did much his royall person grace And shew'd vpon his Iuorie skin as doth a purple dye Laid by a Dame of Caira or louely Maeony On Iuorie wrought in ornaments to decke the cheeks of horse Which in her mariage roome must lie whose beauties haue such force That they are wisht of many knights but are such precious things That they are kept for horse that draw the chariots of kings Which horse so deckt the chariotere esteemes a grace to him Like these in grace the blood vpon thy solid thighes did swim O Menelaus downe thy calues and ankles to the ground For nothing decks a souldier so as doth an honour'd wound Yet fearing he had far'd much worse the haire stood vp on end On Agameâ—…non when he saw so much blacke blood descend And stifned with the like dismay was Menelaus to But seeing th'arrowes stale without and that the head did go No further then it might be seene he cald his spirits againe Which Agamemnon marking not but thinking he was slaine He grip't his brother by the hand and sigh't as he would breake Which sigh the whole host tooke from him who thus at last did speake O dearest brother is' t for this That thy death must be wrought Agamemnous complaint and â—…are of his brothers hâ—…rt Wrought I this truce For this hast thou the single combat fought For all the armie of the Greekes For this hath Ilion sworne And trod all faith beneath their feet Yet all this hath not worne The right we challeng'd out of force this cannot render vaine Our stricken right hands sacred wine nor all our offrings slaine For though Olympius be not quicke in making good our ill He will be sure as he is slow and sharplier proue his will Their owne hands shall be ministers of those plagues they despise Which shall their wiues and children reach and all their progenies For both in mind and soule I know that there shall come a day When Ilion Priam all his powre shall quite be worne away When heauen-inhabiting Ioue shall shake his fierie shield at all For this one mischiefe This I know the world cannot recall But be all this all my griefe still for thee will be the same Deare brother if thy life must here put out his royall flame I shall to sandie Argos turne with infamie my face And all the Greekes will call for home old Priam and his race Will flame in glorie Helena vntoucht be still their pray And thy bones in our enemies earth our cursed fates shall lay Thy Sepulcher be troden downe the pride of Troy desire Insulting on it Thus ô thus let Agamemnoâ—…s ire In all his acts be expiate as now he carries home His idle armie emptie ships and leaues here ouercome Good Menelaus When this Braue breakes in their hated breath Then let the broade earth swallow me and take me quicke to death Nor shall this euer chance said
golden-ribband bound-man'd horse to lend her vp to heauen For she was much grieu'd with a wound a mortall man had giuen Tydides that gainst Ioue himselfe durst now aduance his arme He granted and his chariot perplext with her late harme Mars lends his horse to Venus She mounted and her wagonnesse was she that paints the aire The horse she reind and with a scourge importun'd their repaire That of themselues out-flew the wind and quickly they ascend Olympus high seate of the Gods th' horse knew their iournies end Stood still and from their chariot the windie footed Dame Dissolu'd and gaue them heauenly food and to Dione came Her wounded daughter bent her knees she kindly bad her stand With sweet embraces helpt her vp strok't her with her soft hand Call'd kindly by her name and askt what God hath bene so rude Dione mother of Venus to Venus Sweet daughter to chastise thee thus as if thou wert pursude Euen to the act of some light sinne and deprehended so For otherwise each close escape is in the Great let go She answerd Haughtie Tydeus sonne hath bene so insolent Venâ—…s to Dione Since he whom most my heart esteemes of all my lou'd descent I rescu'd from his bloodie hand now battell is not giuen To any Troians by the Greekes but by the Greekes to heauen She answerd Daughter thinke not much though much it grieue thâ—… 〈◊〉 Dioâ—… to 〈◊〉 The patience whereof many Gods examples may produce In many bitter ils receiu'd as well that men sustaine By their inflictions as by men repaid to them againâ—… Mars sufferd much more then thy selfe by Ephialtes powre Mars bound in chaines by Oâ—…us and Ephialâ—… And Otus Aloeus sonnes who in a brazen towre And in inextricable chaines cast that warre-greedie God Where twise sixe months and one he liu'd and there the period Of his sad life perhaps had closd if his kind step-dames eye Faire Erebaea had not seene who told it Mercurie And he by stealth enfranchisd him though he could scarce enioy The benefite of franchisment the chaines did so destroy His vitall forces with their weight So Iuno sufferd more When with a three-forkt arrowes head Ampbytrios sonne did gore Her right breast past all hope of cure Pluto sustaind no lesse By that selfe man and by a shaft of equall bitternesse Shot through his shoulder at hell gates and there amongst the dead Were he not deathlesse he had died but vp to heauen he fled Extremely tortur'd for recure which instantly he wonne At Paeons hand with soueraigne Balme and this did Ioues great sonne Paeon Phisitâ—… to the Gods Vnblest great-high-deed-daring man that car'd not doing ill 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 That with his bow durst wound the Gods but by Mineruas will Thy wound the foolish Diomed was so prophane to giue Not knowing he that fights with heauen hath neuer long to liue And for this deed he neuer shall haue child about his knee To call him father coming home Besides heare this from me Strength-trusting man though thou be strong and art in strength a towre Take heed a stronger meet thee not and that a womans powre Containes not that superiour strength and lest that woman be Adrastus daughter and thy wife the wise Aegiale When from this houre not farre she wakes euen sighing with desire To kindle our reuenge on thee with her enamouring fire In choosing her some fresh young friend and so drowne all thy fame Wonne here in warre in her Court-peace and in an opener shame This said with both her hands she cleansd the tender backe and palme Of all the sacred blood they lost and neuer vsing Balme The paine ceast and the wound was cur'd of this kind Queene of loue Iuno and Pallas seeing this assaid to anger Ioue And quit his late made-mirth with them about the louing Dame With some sharpeiest in like sort built vpon her present shame Grey-eyd Athenia began and askt the Thunderer Pallas to Iouâ—… If nothing mouing him to wrath she boldly might preferre What she conceiu'd to his conceipt and staying no reply She bade him view the Cyprian fruite he lou'd so tenderly Whom she though hurt and by this meanes intending to suborne Some other Ladie of the Greekes whom louely veiles adorne To gratifie some other friend of her much-loued Troy As she embrac't and stird her blood to the Venerean ioy Scopticâ—… The golden claspe those Grecian Dames vpon their girdles weare Tooke hold of her delicious hand and hurt it she had feare The Thunderer smil'd and cald to him loues golden Arbitresse 〈◊〉 to Venus And told her those rough workes of warre were not for her accesse She should be making mariages embracings kisses charmes Sterne Mars and Pallas had the charge of those affaires in armes While these thus talkt Tydides rage still thirsted to atchieue His prise vpon Anchises sonne though well he did perceiue The Sunne himselfe protected him but his desires inflam'd With that great Troian Princes blood and armes so highly fam'd Not that great God did reuerence Thrise rusht he rudely on And thrise betwixt his darts and death the Sunnes bright target shone But when vpon the fourth assault much like a spirit he flew The far-off-working Deitie exceeding wrathfull grew And askt him What Not yeeld to Gods thy equals learne to know Apollo to Diomed The race of Gods is farre aboue men creeping here below This draue him to some small retreite he would not tempt more neare The wrath of him that strooke so farre whose powre had now set cleare Apollo beares Aeneas to Troy Aeneas from the stormie field within the holy place Of Pergamus where to the hope of his so soueraigne grace A goodly Temple was aduanc't in whose large inmost part He left him and to his supply enclin'd his mothers heart Latona and the dart-pleasd Queene who cur'd and made him strong The siluer-bow'd-faire God then threw in the tumultuous throng An Image that in stature looke and armes he did create The Image of Aeneas Like Venus sonne for which the Greekes and Troians made debate Laid lowd strokes on their Ox-hide shields and bucklers easly borne Which error Phoebus pleasd to vrge on Mars himselfe in scorne Mars Mars said he thou plague of men smeard with the dust and blood Apollo to Mars Of humanes and their ruin'd wals yet thinks thy God-head good To fright this Furie from the field who next will fight with Ioue First in a bold approch he hurt the moist palme of thy Loue And next as if he did affect to haue a Deities powre He held out his assault on me This said the loftie towre Of Pergamus he made his seate and Mars did now excite The Troian forces in the forme of him that led to fight The Thracian troopes swift Acamas O Priams sonnes said he How long the slaughter of your men can ye sustaine to see Mars like Acamas
heplt t' instruct the complete army thus To good gaue good armes worse to worse yet none were mutinous Thus arm'd with order forth they flew the great Earth-shaker led Neptune leades the Greekes A long sword in his sinowy hand which when he brandished It lighten'd still there was no law for him and it poore men Must quake before them These thus man'd illustrous Hector then His hoast brought vp The blew-hair'd god and he stretcht through the prease A greiuous fight when to the ships and tents of Greâ—…ce the seas Brake loose and rag'd But when they ioynd the dreadfull Clamor rose To such a height as not the sea when vp the North-spirit blowes Her raging billowes bellowes so against the beaten shore Nor such a rustling keeps a fire driuen with violent blore Through woods that grow against a hill nor so the feruent strokes Of almost-bursting winds resound against a groue of Okes As did the clamor of these hoasts when both the battel 's closd Of all which noble Hector first at Aâ—…ax breast disposd Hâ—…tor at Aiax His iauelin since so right on him the great-soul'd souldier bore Nor mist it but the bawdricks both that his brode bosome wore To hang his shield and sword it strooke both which his flesh preseru'd Hector disdaining that his lance had thus as good as sweru'd Trode to his strength but going off great Aiax with a stone Aiâ—…x at Hector One of the many props for ships that there lay trampl'd on Strooke his brode breast aboue his shield iust vnderneath his throte And shooke him peecemeale When the stone sprung backe againe smoâ—…e cEarth like a whirlewind gathering dust with whirring fiercely round For feruour of his vnspent strength in setling on the ground And as when Ioues bolt by the rootes rends from the earth an Oke Simile His sulphure casting with the blow a strong vnsauoury smoke And on the falne plant none dare looke but with amazed eyes Ioues thunder being no laughing game so bowd strong Hectors thyes Hector ouerthrownâ—… And so with tost-vp heeles he fell away his lance he flung His round shield followd then his helme and out his armour rung â—…he Greeks then showted and ran in and hop't to hale him off Aâ—…d therefore powr'd on darts in stormes to keepe his aide aloofe But none could hurt the peoples guide noâ—… stirre him from his ground Sarpedon prince of Lycia and Glaucus so renownd Hector rescued Diuine Agenor Venus sonne and wise Polydamas Rusht to his rescue and the rest no one neglectiue was Of Hectors safetie all their shields they coucht about him close Raisd him from earth and giuing him in their kind armesrepose From off the labour caried him to his rich chariot And bore him mourning towards Troy but when the flood they got Of gulphy Xanthus that was got by deathlesse Iupiter There tooke they him from chariot and all be sprinkled there His temples with the streame he breath'd lookt vp assaid to rise And on his knees staid spitting blood againe then closd his eyes And backe againe his body fell the maine blow had not done Yet with his spirit When the Greeks saw worthy Hector gone Then thought they of their worke then charg'd with much more chere the foe And then farre first Oileades began the ouerthrow He darted Satnius Enops sonne whom famous Nais boâ—…e As she was keeping Enops flocks on Satnius riuers shore And strooke him in his bellies rimme who vpwards fell and raisd A mightie skirmish with his fall and then Panthaedes seisd Prothenor Areilicides with his reuend'gfull speare On his right shoulder strooke it through and laid him breathlesse there For which he insolently bragd and cryed out Not a dart Polydaâ—… 〈◊〉 his insultation From great-soul'd Panthus sonne I thinke shall euer vainlier part But some Greeke bosome it shall take and make him giue his ghost This bragge the Grecians stomackt much but Telamonius most Who stood most neare Prothenors fall and out he sent a lance Which Panthus sonne declining scap't yeet tooke it to sad chance Archelochus Antenors sonne whom heauen did destinate To that sterne end twixt necke and head the iauelin wrought his fate And ran in at the vpper ioint of all the backe long bone Cut both the nerues and such a lode of strength laid Aiax on As that small part he seisd outwaid all th'vnder lims and strooke His heeles vp so that head and face the earths possessions tooke When all the low parts sprung in aire and thus did Aiax quit Panthaedes Braue Now Panthus sonne let thy prophetique wit Aiâ—… insults in requit all of Polydamas Consider and disclose a truth if this man do not wey Euen with Prothaenor I conceiue no one of you will say That either he was base himselfe or sprung of any base Antenors brother or his sonne he should be by his face One of his race past question his likenesse shewes he is This spake he knowing it well enough The Troians storm'd at this And then slue Acamas to saue his brother yet ingag'd Boeotius dragging him to spoile and thus the Greeks enrag'd O Greeks euen borne to beare our darts yet euer breathing threats Not alwayes vnder teares and toyles ye see our fortune sweats But sometimes you drop vnder death see now your quicke among Our dead intranc't with my weake lance to proue I haue ere long Reueng'd my brother t is the wish of euery honest man His brother slaine in Mars his field may rest wreakt in his Phane This stird fresh enuie in the Greeks but vrg'd Peneleus most Who hurld his lance at Acamas he scap't nor yet it lost The force he gaue it for it found the flocke-rich Phorbas sonne Ilioneus whose deare Sire past all in Ilion Was lou'd of Hermes and enricht and to him onely bore His mother this now slaughterd man The dart did vndergore His eye-lid by his eyes deare rootes and out the apple fell The eye pierc't through nor could the nerue that staies the necke repell His strong-wing'd lance but necke and all gaue way and downe he dropt Peneleus then vnsheath'd his sword and from the shoulders chopt His lucklesse head which downe he threw the helme still sticking on And still the lance fixt in his eye which not to see alone Contented him but vp againe he snatcht and shewd it all With this sterne Braue Ilians relate braue Ilioneus fall To his kind parents that their roofes their teares may ouerrunne For so the house of Promachus and Alegenors sonne Must with his wiues eyes ouerflow she neuer seeing more Her deare Lord though we tell his death when to our natiue shore We bring from ruin'd Troy our fleete and men so long forgone This said and seene pale Feare possest all those of Ilion And eu'ry man cast round his eye to see where Death was not That he might flie him Let not then his grac't hand be forgot O Muses you that dwell in
expresse Your late-vâ—…g'd vertue and renowme our great Aeacides That he being strongst of all the Greeks his eminence may dimme All others likewise in our strengths that farre off imitate him And Agamemnon now may see his fault as generall As his place high dishonoring him that so much honors all Thus made he sparkle their fresh fire and on they rusht the fleete Fild full her hollow sides with sounds that terribly did greete Th' amazed Troians and their eyes did second their amaze When great Menâ—…tius sonne they saw and his friends armor blaze The terror of Patroclus to the Troians All troupes stood troubl'd with conceit that Peleus sonne was there His anger cast off at the ships and each lookt euery where For some authoritie to leade the then prepared flight Patroclus greeted with a lance the region where the fight Made strongest tumult neare the ship Protesilaus brought And strooke Pyrechmen who before the faire-helmd Pâ—…ons fought Led from Amydon neare whose wals the broad stream'd Axius flowes Through his right shoulder flew the dart whose blow strooke all the blowes Pyrechmen slain by Patroclus and the 〈◊〉 In his powre from his powrelesse arme and downe he groning fell His men all flying their Leader fled This one dart did repell The whole guard plac't about the ship whose fire extinct halfe burn'd The Paeons left her and full crie to clamorous flight return'd Then spread the Greeks about their ships triumphant tumult flow'd And as from top of some steepe hill the lightner strips a clowd Simile And lets a great skie out from heauen in whose delightsome light All prominent foreheads forrests towres and temples cheare the sight So clear'd these Greeks this Troian cloud and at their ships and tents Obtain'd a litle time to breathe but found no present vents To their inclusions nor did Troy though these Paeonians fled Lose any ground but from this ship they needfully turn'd head Then euery man a man subdude Patroclus in the thigh Strooke Areilicus his dart the bone did breake and flie Quite through and sunke him to the earth Good Menelaus slew Accomplisht Thoas in whose breast being nak'd his lance he threw Aboue his shield and freed his soule Phylides taking note That bold Amphidus bent at him preuented him and smote His thighes extreme part where of man his fattest muscle lies The nerues torne with his lances pile and darknesse closde his eyes Antilochus Atymnius seizd his steele lance did impresse His first three guts and loosd his life At yong Nestorides Maris Atymnius bother flew and at him Thrasimed The brother to Antilochus his eager Iauelins head The muscles of his arme cut out and shiuer'd all the bone Night closde his eyes his liuelesse corse his brother fell vpon And so by two kind brothers hands did two kind brothers bleed Both being diuine Sarpedons friends and were the darting seed Of Amisodarus that kept the bane of many men Abhord Chimâ—…ra and such bane now caught his childeren Aiax Oileades did take Cleobulus aliue Inuading him staid by the prease and at him then let driue With his short sword that cut his necke whose bloud warm'd all the steele And cold Death with a violent fate his sable eyes did secle Peneleus and Lycon cast together off their darts Both mist and both together then went with their swords in parts The blade and hilt went laying on vpon the helmets height Peneleus sword caught Lycons necke and cut it thorough quite His head hung by the very skin The swift Meriones Pursuing flying Acamas iust as he got accesse To horse and chariot ouertooke and tooke him such a blow On his right shoulder that he left his chariot and did strow The dustie earth life left his lims and night his eyes possest Idomenaeus his sterne dart at Erymas addrest As like to Acamas he fled it cut the sundry bones Beneath his braine betwixt his necke and foreparts and so runs Shaking his teeth out through his mouth his eyes all drown'd in blood So through his nostrils and his mouth that now dart-open stood He breath'd his spirit Thus had death from euery Grecian Chiefe A Chiefe of Troy For as to Kids or Lambes their cruelst thiefe Similâ—… The Wolfe steales in and when he sees that by the shepheards sloth The dams are sperst about the hils then serues his rauenous tooth With ease because his prey is weake So seru'd the Greeks their foes Discerning well how shrieking flight did all their spirits dispose Their biding vertues quite forgot And now the naturall splene That Aiax bore to Hector still by all meanes would haue bene Within his bosome with a dart but he that knew the warre Well couer'd in a well-lin'd shield did well perceiue how farre The arrowes and the iauelins reacht by being within their sounds And ominous singings and obseru'd the there-inclining bounds Of Conquest in her aide of him and so obeyd her change Tooke safest course for him and his and stood to her as strange And as when Ioue intends a storme he lets out of the starres Simile From steepe Olympus a blacke cloud that all heauens splendor barres From men on earth so from the hearts of all the Troian host All comfort lately found from Ioue in flight and cries was lost Nor made they any faire retreat Hectors vnruly horse Would needs retire him and he left engag'd his Troian force Forc't by the steepnesse of the dike that in ill place they tooke And kept them that would faine haue gone Their horses quite forsooke A number of the Troian kings and left them in the dike Their chariots in their foreteames broke Patroclus then did strike While steele was hote and chear'd his friends nor meant his enemies good Who when they once began to flie each way receiu'd a flood And chok't themselues with drifts of dust And now were clouds begot Beneath the clouds with flight and noise the horse neglected not Their home intendments and where rout was busiest there pour'd on Pâ—…troclus most exhorts and threats and then lay ouerthrowne Numbers beneath their axle-trees who lying in flights streame Made th'after chariots iot and iumpe in driuing ouâ—…r them Th' immortall horse Patroclus rode did passe the dike with ease And wisht the depth and danger more and Menetiades As great a spirit had to reach retiring Hectors hast But his fleete horse had too much law and fetcht him off too fast And as in Autumne the blacke earth is loden with the stormes Simile That Ioue in gluts of raine poures downe being angry with the formes Of iugdement in authorisde men that in their courts maintaine With violent office wrested lawes and fearing gods nor men Exile all iustice for whose faults whole fields are ouerflowne And many valleys cut away with torrents headlong throwne From neighbour mountaines till the sea receiue them roring in And iudg'd mens labours then are vaine plagu'd for their Iudges sin So now the foule defaults of
Lycia with her rich progeniâ—… Or here in Troy but any where since thou hast powre to heare O giue a hurt and wofull man as I am now thine eare This arme sustaines a cruell wound whose paines shoot euery way Afflict this shoulder and this hand and nothing long can stay A fluxe of blood still issuing nor therefore can I stand With any enemie in fight nor hardly make my hand Support my lance and here lies dead the worthiest of men Sarpedon worthy sonne to Ioue whose power could yet abstaine From all aide in this deadly need giue thou then aide to me O king of all aide to men hurt asswage th'extremitie Of this armes anguish giue it strength that by my president I may excite my men to blowes and this dead corse preuent Of further violence He praid and kind Apollo heard Allayd his anguish and his wound of all the blacke bloud clear'd That vext it so infusde fresh powres into his weakened mind And all his spirits flow'd with ioy that Phoebus stood inclin'd In such quicke bountie to his prayres Then as Sarpedon wild He cast about his greedie eye and first of all instild To all his Captaines all the stings that could inflame their fight For good Sarpedon And from them he stretcht his speedie pace T' Agenor Hector Venus sonne and wise Polydamas And onely naming Hector said Hector you now forget 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to Hector Your poore auxiliarie friends that in your toiles haue swet Their friendlesse soules out farre from home Sarpedon that sustain'd With Iustice and his vertues all broade Lycia hath not gain'd The like guard for his person here for yonder dead he lies Beneath the great Patroclus lance but come let your supplies Good friends stand neare him O disdaine to see his corse defil'd With Grecian furie and his armes by their oppressions spoil'd The Myrmidons are come enrag'd that such a mightie boote Of Greekes Troys darts haue made at fleete This said from head to foote Griefe strooke their powres past patience and not to be restrain'd To heare newes of Sarpedons death who though he appertain'd To other cities yet to theirs he was the very Fort And led a mightie people there of all whose better sort Himselfe was best This made them runne in flames vpon the foe The first man Hector to whose heart Sarpedons death did go Patroclus stird the Grecian spirits and first th' Aiaces thus Patroclus to the Grecians and particularly to both the 〈◊〉 Now brothers be it deare to â—…ou to fight and succour vs As euer heretofore ye did wiâ—… men first excellent The man lies slaine that first did scale and raze the battlement That crown'd our wall the Lycian Prince But if we now shall adde Force to his corse and spoile his armes a prise may more be had Of many great ones that for him will put on to the death To this worke these were prompt enough and each side ordereth Those Phalanxes that most had rate of resolutions The Troiaâ—…s and the Lycian powres the Greeks and Myrmidoâ—…s These ranne together for the corse and closde with horrid cries Their armours thundering with the claps laid on about the prise And Ioue about th' impetuous broile pernicious night powr'd out As long as for his loued sonne pernicious Labour fought The first of Troy the first Greekes foil'd when not the last indeed Amongst the Myrmidons was slaine the great Aiacleus seed Diuine Epigeus that before had exercisde command In faire Budaeus but because he laid a bloudie hand On his owne sisters valiant sonne To Peleus and his Queene He came for pardon and obtain'd His slaughter being the meane He came to Troy and so to this He ventur'd euen to touch The princely carkasse when a stone did more to him by much Sent out of able Hectors hand it cut his skull in twaine And strooke him dead Patroclus grieu'd to see his friend so slaine Before the foremost thrust himselfe and as a Faulcon frayes Siâ—…ile A flocke of Stares or Caddesses such feare brought his assayes Amongst the Troians and their friends and angry at the hart As well as grieu'd for him so slaine another stonie dart As good as Hectors he let flie that dusted in the necke Of Sthenelaus thrust his head to earth first and did breake The nerues in sunder with his fall off fell the Troiaâ—…s too Euen Hectors selfe and all as farre as any man can throw Prouokt for games or in the warres to shed an enemies soule A light long dart The first that turn'd was he that did controule The Targatiers of Lycia Prince 〈◊〉 who to hell Sent Bathycleus Chalcoâ—…s sonne he did in Hellas dwell And shin'd for wealth and happinesse amongst the Myrmidons His bosomes midst the Iauelin strooke his fall gat earth with grones The Greeks grieu'd and the Troâ—…ns ioy'd for so renowm'd a man About whom stood the Grecians firme and then the death began On Troyes side by Meriones he slue one great in warre 〈◊〉 Onâ—…tors sonne the Priest of Iupiter Created in th'Idean hill Betwixt his iaw and eare The dart stucke fast and loosde his soule sad mists of Hate and Feare Inuading him Anchises sonne dispatcht a brazen lance At bold Meriones and hop't to make an equall chance On him with bold 〈◊〉 though vnder his broade shield He lay so close But he discern'd and made his bodie yeeld So low that ouer him it flew and trembling tooke the ground With which Mars made it quench his thirst and since the head could wound No better bodie and yet throwne from nere the worse a hand It turnd from earth and lookt awrie Aeneas let it stand 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 Much angrie at the vaine euent and told Meriones He scap't but hardly nor had cause to hope for such successe Another time though well he knew his dancing facultie By whose agilitie he scap't for had his dart gone by With any least touch instantly he had bene euer slaine He answerd Though thy strength be good it cannot render vaine 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 The strength of others with thy iests nor art thou so diuine But when my lance shall touch at thee with equall spâ—…d to thine Death will share with it thy lifes powres thy confidence can shun No more then mine what his right claimes Menâ—…tius noble sonne Rebuk't Meriones and said What needst thou vse this speech Nor thy strength is approu'd with words good friend nor can we reach The bodie nor make th' enemie yeeld with these our counterbraues We must enforce the binding earth to hold them in her graues If you will warre Fight will you speake giue counsell counsell blowes Are th' ends of warres and words talke here the time in vaine bestowes He said and led and nothing lesse for any thing he said His speech being season'd with such right the Worthy seconded And then as in a sounding vale neare neighbour to a hill Simile Wood-fellers make a farre-heard noise with
flight he saw and falling flat the compasse was too hie And made it sticke beyond in earth th' extreme part burst and theâ—…e Mars buried all his violence The sword then for the speare Had chang'd the conflict had not haste sent both th' Aiaies in Both seruing close their fellowes call who where they did begin There drew the end Priamides Aeneas Chronius In doubt of what such aid might worke left broken hearted thus Aretus to Automedon who spoild his armes and said Automedon insuiâ—…s A little this reuiues my life for him so lately dead Though by this nothing counteruail'd And with this litle vent Of inward griefe he tooke the spoile with which he made ascent Vp to his Chariot hands and feete of bloudie staines so full That Lion-like he lookt new turn'd from tearing vp a Bull. And now another bitter fight about Patroclus grew Teare-thirstie and of toile enough which Pallas did renew Descending from the cope of starres dismist by sharp-eyd Ioue To animate the Greeks for now inconstant change did moue His mind from what he held of late And as the purple bow Simile Ioue bends at mortals when of warre he will the signall show Or make it a presage of cold in such tempestuous sort That men are of their labours easde but labouring cattell hurt So Pallas in a purple cloud inuolu'd her selfe and went Amongst the Grecians stird vp all but first encouragement She breath'd in Atreus yonger sonne and for disguise made choise Of aged Phoenix shape and spake with his vnwearied voice O Menelaus much defame and equall heauinesse Pallas like Phâ—…uix to Menelaâ—… Will touch at thee if this true friend of great Aeacides Dogs teare beneath the Troian wals and therefore beare thee well Toile through the host and euery man with all thy spirit impell He answerd O thou long-since borne O Phoenix that hast wonne Menelaus to Pallas supposâ—…d Phâ—…nix The honor'd foster-fathers name of Thetis god-like sonne b I would Minerua would but giue strength to me and but keepe These busie darts off I would then make in indeed and steepe My income in their bloods in aide of good Patroclus much His death afflicts me much but yet this Hectors grace is such With Ioue and such a fierie strength and spirit he has that still His steele is killing killing still The kings so royall will Minerua ioy'd to heare since she did all the gods outgo In his remembrance For which grace she kindly did bestow Strength on his shoulders and did fill his knees as liberally With swiftnesse breathing in his breast the courage of a flie Which loues to bite so and doth beare mans bloud so much good will That still though beaten from a man she flies vpon him still With such a courage Pallas fild the blacke parts neare his hart And then he hasted to the slaine cast off a shining dart And tooke one Podes that was heire to old Eâ—…tion A rich man and a strenuous and by the people done Much honour and by Hector too being consort and his guest And him the yellow-headed king laid hold on at his waste In offering flight his iron pile strooke through him downe he fell And vp Atrides drew his corse Then Phoebus did impell The spirit of Hector Phoenops like surnam'd Asiades Phoebus like Asiades to Hector Whom Hector vsde of all his guests with greatest friendlinesse And in Abydus stood his house in whose forme thus he spake Hector what man of all the Greeks will any terror make Of meeting thy strength any more when thou art tertified By Menelaus who before he slue thy friend was tried A passing easie souldier where now besides his end Imposde by him he drawes him off and not a man to friend From all the Troians This friend is Podes Eâ—…tions sonne This hid him in a cloud of griefe and set him formost on And then Ioue tooke his Snake-fring'd shield and Ida couer'd all With sulphurie clouds from whence he let abhorred lightnings fall And thunderd till the mountaine shooke and with this dreadfull state He vsherd victorie to Troy to Argos flight and fate Peneleus Boeotius was he that formost fled Being wounded in his shoulders height but there the lances head Strooke lightly glancing to his mouth because it strooke him neare Throwne from Polydamas Leitus next left the fight in feare Being hurt by Hector in his hand because he doubted sore His hand in wished fight with Troy would hold his lance no more Idomeneus sent a dart at Hector rushing in Idomeneus at Hector And following Leitus that strooke his bosome neare his chin And brake at top the Ilians for his escape did shout When Hector at Deucalides another lance sent out As in his chariot he stood it mist him narrowly For as it fell Caeranus draue his speedie chariot by And tooke the Troian lance himselfe he was the Chariotere Of sterne Meriones and first on foote did seruice there Which well he left to gouerne horse for sauing now his king With driuing twixt him and his death though thence his owne did spring Which kept a mightie victorie from Troy in keeping death From his great Soueraigne the fierce dart did enter him beneath His eare betwixt his iaw and it draue downe cut through his tongue And strooke his teeth out from his hands the horses raines he flung Which now Meriones receiu'd as they bestrew'd the field And bad his Soueraigne scourge away he saw that day would yeeld No hope of victorie for them He fear'd the same and fled Nor from the mightie minded sonne of Telamon lay hid For all his clouds high Ioue himselfe nor from the Spartan king They saw him in the victorie he still was varying For Troy for which sight Aiax said O heauens what foole is he That sees not Ioues hand in the grace now done our enemie Not any dart they touch but takes from whom soeuer throwne Valiant or coward what he wants Ioue addes not any one Aiax good counsell Wants his direction to strike sure nor ours to misse as sure But come let vs be sure of this to put the best in vre That lies in vs which two-fold is both to fetch off our friend And so to fetch him off as we may likeliest contend To fetch our selues off that our friends suruiuing may haue right In ioy of our secure retreat as he that fell in fight Being kept as sure from further wrong of which perhaps they doubt And looking this way grieue for vs not able to worke out Or passe from this man-slaughterer great Hector and his hands That are too hote for men to touch but that these thirstie sands Before our fleete will be enforc't to drinke our headlong death Which to preuent by all fit meanes I would the parted breath Of good Patroclus to his friend with speed imparted were By some he loues for I beleeue no heauie messenger Hath yet inform'd him but alas I see no man
as not being satis compotes mentis Poeticae for want of which which all their reading and language cannot supply they are thus often graueld and mistaken d 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 c. Veluti Aquila The sport Homer makes with Menelaus is here likewise confirmed and amplified in another Simile resembling him intentionally to a harefinder though for colours sake he vseth the word Eagle as in all other places where he presents him being so eminent a person â—…e hides his simplicity with some shadow of glory or other The circumstances making it cleare being here and in diuers other places made a messenger from Aiax and others to call such and such to their aid which was vnfit for a man of his place if he had bene in magnanimitie and valour equall or any thing neare it But to confirme his imperfection therein in diuers other places he is called 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 mollis bellator and therefore was fittest to be employed to cal vp those that were â—…ardier and abler In going about which businesse Homer shewes how he looks about leering like a hare-finder for to make it simply a Simile illustrating the state of his addresse in that base affaire had neither wit nor decorum Both which being at their height in the other sence because our Homer was their great master to all accomplishment let none detract so miserably from him as to take this otherwise then a continuance of his Ironie The end of the seuenteenth Booke THE XVIII BOOKE OF HOMERS ILIADS. THE ARGVMENT AChilles mournes told of Patroclus end When Thetis doth from forth the sea ascâ—…nd And comfort him aduising to abstaine From any fight till her request could gaine Fit armes of Vulcan Iuno yet commands To shew himselfe And at the dike he stands In sight of th' enemie who with his sight Flies and a number perish in the flight Patroclus person safe brought from the warres His souldiers wash Vulcan the armes prepares Another Argument Sigma continues the alarmes And fashions the renowmed armes THey fought still like the rage of fire And now Antilochus Came to Aeacides whose mind was much solicitous For that which as he fear'd was falne He found him neer the fleet With vpright saile-yeards vttering this to his heroike conceit Ay me why see the Greeks themselues thus beaten from the field And routed headlong to their fleet O let not heauen yeeld Achilles to himselfe concerning Patroclus Effect to what my sad soule feares that as I was foretold The strongest Myrmidon next me when I should still behold The Sunnes faire light must part with it Past doubt Menaetius sonne Is he on whom that fate is wrought O wretch to leaue vndone What I commanded that the fleete once freed of hostile fire Not meeting Hector instantly he should his powres retire As thus his troubl'd mind discourst Antilochus appear'd And told with teares the sad newes thus My Lord that must be heard Antilochus reâ—…ates Patroclus death Which would to heauen I might not tell Menaetius sonne lies dead And for his naked corse his armes alreadie forfeited And worne by Hector the debate is now most vehement This said Griefe darkned all his powres With both his hands he rent The blacke mould from the forced earth and pour'd it on his head Achilles his rage Smear'd all his louely face his weeds diuinely fashioned All filde and mangl'd and himselfe he threw vpon the shore Lay as laid out for funerall Then tumbl'd round and tore His gracious curles his Ecstacie he did so farre extend That all the Ladies wonne by him and his now slaughterd friend Afflicted strangely for his plight came shrieking from the tents And fell about him beate their breasts their tender lineaments Dissolu'd with sorrow And with them wept Nestors warlike sonne Fell by him holding his faire hands in feare he would haue done His person violence his heart extremely streightned burn'd Beate sweld and sighd as it would burst So terribly he mourn'd That Thetis sitting in the deepes of her old fathers seas Heard and lamented To her plaints the bright Nereides Flockt all how many those darke gulfes soeuer comprehend There Glauce and Cymodoce and Spyo did attend Nesaea and Cymothoa and calme Amphithoe Thalia Thoa Panope and swift Dynanime Actaea and Lymnoria and Halia the faire Fam'd for the beautie of her eyes Amathia for her haire Iaera Proto Clymene and curl'd Dexamine Pherusa Doris and with these the smooth Amphinome Chast Galathea so renowm'd and Callianira came With Doto and Orythia to cheare the mournfull Dame Apseudes likewise visited and Callianassa gaue Her kind attendance and with her Agaue grac't the Caue Nemertes Maera followed Melita Ianesse With Ianira and the rest of those Nereides That in the deepe seas make abode all which together beate Their dewie bosomes and to all thus Thetis did repeate Her cause of mourning Sisters heare how much the sorrowes wey Thâ—…u to the Nâ—…reides Whose cries now cald ye haplesse I brought forth vnhappily The best of all the sonnes of men who like a well-set plant In best soiles grew and flourished and when his spirit did want Employment for his youth and strength I sent him with a fleete To fight at Ilion from whence his fate-confined feete Passe all my deitie to retire The court of his high birth The glorious court of Peleus must entertaine his worth Neuer hereafter All the life he hath to liue with me Must wast in sorrowes and this sonne I now am bent to see Being now afflicted with some griefe not vsually graue Whose knowledge and recure I seeke This said she left her caue Which all left with her swimming forth the greene waues as they swom Cleft with their bosomes curld and gaue quicke way to Troy Being come They all ascended two and two and trod the honor'd shore Till where the fleete of Myrmidons drawne vp in heapes it bore There stayd they at Achilles ship and there did Thetis lay Thet is to Achilles Her faire hand on her sonnes curl'd head sigh'd wept and bad him say What griefe drew from his eyes those teares conceale it not said she Till this houre thy vplifted hands haue all things granted thee The Greeks all thrust vp at their sternes haue pour'd on t teares enow And in them seene how much they misse remission of thy vow Achilles to Thetis He said T is true Olympius hath done me all that grace But what ioy haue I of it all when thus â—…hrusts in the place Losse of my whole selfe in my friend whom when his foe had slaine He spoil'd of those prophaned armes that Peleus did obtaine From heauens high powres solemnizing thy sacred nuptiall bands As th' onely present of them all and fitted well their hands Being louely radiant maruellous O would to heauen thy throne With these faire deities of the sea thou still hadst sate vpon And Peleus had a mortall wife since by his meanes is done So much
person which sweare thou These faire and temperate termes Farre fled Achilles his browes bent and out flew this reply Hector thou onely pestilence in all mortalitie Achilles sterne reply to Hector To my sere spirits neuer set the point twixt thee and me Any conditions but as farre as men and Lions flie All termes of couenant lambes and wolues in so farre opposite state Impossible for loue t' attone stand we till our soules satiate The god of souldiers do not dreame that our disiunction can Endure condition Therefore now all worth that fits a man Call to thee all particular parts that fit a souldier And they all this include besides the skill and spirit of warre Hunger for slaughter and a hate that eates thy heart to eate Thy foes heart This stirs this supplies in death the killing heate And all this needst thou No more flight Pallas Athenia Will quickly cast thee to my lance now now together draw All griefes for vengeance both in me and all my friends late dead That bled thee raging with thy lance This said he brandished His long lance and away it sung which Hector giuing view Achilles first encounter with Hector Stoupt low stood firme foreseeing it best and quite it ouerflew Fastening on earth * Pallas Athenia drew it and gaue her friend Vnseene of Hector Hector then thus spake Thou want'st thy end God-like Achilles now I see thou hast not learn'd my fate Of Ioue at all as thy high words would brauely intimate Much tongue affects thee cunning words well serue thee to prepare Thy blowes with threats that mine might faint with want of spirit to dare But my backe neuer turnes with breath it was not borne to beare Burthens of wounds strike home before driue at my breast thy speare As mine at thine shall and trie then if heauens will fauor thee With scape of my lance O would Ioue would take it after me And make thy bosome take it all an easie end would crowne Our difficult warres were thy soule fled thou most bane of our towne Thus flew his dart toucht at the midst of his vast shield and flew Hector at Achilles A huge way from it but his heart wrath enterd with the view Of that hard scape and heauie thoughts strooke through him when he spide His brother vanisht and no lance beside left out he cride Deiphobus another lance Lance nor Deiphobus Hâ—…ctors amaze with the deceit of Pallas Stood neare his call And then his mind saw all things ominous And thus suggested Woe is me the gods haue cald and I Must meete Death here Deiphobus I well hop't had bene by With his white shield but our strong wals shield him and this deceit Flowes from Minerua now ô now ill death comes no more flight No more recouerie O Ioue this hath bene otherwise Thy bright sonne and thy selfe haue set the Greeks a greater prise Of Hectors bloud then now of which euen iealous you had care But Fate now conquers I am hers and yet not she shall share In my renowme that life is left to euery noble spirit And that some great deed shall beget that all liues shall inherit Thus forth his sword flew sharpe and broad and borâ—… a deadly weight The last encounter of Achilles and Hector With which he rusht in And looke how an Eagle from her height Stoopes to the rapture of a Lambe or cuffes a timorous Hare So fell in Hector and at him Achilles his minds â—…are Was fierce and mightie his shield cast a Sun-like radianâ—… Helme nodded and his foure plumes shooke and when he raisde his lance Vp Hesperus rose amongst th' euening starres His bright and sparliling 〈◊〉 Lookt through the body of his foe and sought through all that prise The next way to his thirsted life Of all wayes onely one Appear'd to him and thas was where th'vnequall winding bone That ioynes the shoulders and the necke had place and where there lay The speeding way to death and there his quicke eye could display The place it sought euen through those armes his friend Patrâ—…lus wore When Hector slue him There he aim'd and there his iauelin tore Sterne passage quite through Hectors necke yet mist it so his throte It gaue him powre to change some words but downe to earth it got Hâ—…ctor wounded to death His fainting bodie Then triumpht diuine Aeacides Hector said he thy heart supposde that in my friends deceasse Achilles insultation Thy life was safe my absent arme not car'd for Foole he left One at the fleete that better'd him and he it is that reâ—…t Thy strong knees thus and now the dogs and fowles in foulest vse Shall teare thee vp thy corse exposde to all the Greeks abuse He fainting said Let me implore euen by thy knees and soule Hâ—…ctors dâ—…ing request to Achilles And thy great parents do not see a crueltie so foule Inflicted on me brasse and gold receiue at any rate And quit my person that the Peeres and Ladies of our state May tombe it and to sacred fire turne thy prophane decrees Dog he replied vrge not my ruth by parents â—…oule nor knees Achillâ—… infleâ—…bilitie I would to God that any rage would let me eate 〈◊〉 raw Slic't into peeces so beyond the right of any law I tast thy merits and beleeue it flies the force of man To rescue thy head from the dogs Giue all the gold they can If ten or twentie times so much as friends would rate thy price Were tenderd here with vowes of more to buy the cruelâ—…es I here haue vow'd and after that thy father with his gold Would free thy selfe all that should faile to let â—…hy mother hold Solemnities of death with thee and do thee such a grace To mourne thy whole corse on a bed which 〈◊〉 I le deâ—…ce With fowles and dogs He dying said I kâ—…owing thâ—… well 〈◊〉 Thy now tried tyrannie nor hopâ—… for any other â—…aw Of nature or of nations and that feare fore't much more Then death my flight which neuer toucht at Hectâ—…s 〈◊〉 before Hectors prophecy of Achilles deâ—…h A soule of iron informes thee marke what 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Will giue me of thee for this rage when in the Scâ—…ri gates Phoebus and Paris meete with thee Thus deathâ—… hand 〈◊〉 his eyes His soule flying his â—…aire â—…ms to hell mourning 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 To part so with his youth and strength Thâ—… dâ—…d thus Tâ—…is sonne His prophecie answer'd Die thou now when my short thred is spunne I le beare it as the will of Ioue This said his brazen speare He drew and stucke by then his armes that all embrewed were He spoil'd his shoulders off Then all the Greeks ran in to him To see his person and admir'd his terror-stirring lim The Greeks adâ—…ration of Hectors person being slaine Yet none stood by that gaue no wound to his so goodly forme When each to other said O Ioue he is not in the