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  So old as I. I lived long since, and was companion

  With men superior to you both, who yet would ever- hear

  My counsels with respect. Mine eyes yet never witness were,

  Nor ever will be, of such men as then delighted them :

  Pirithous, Exadius, and god-like Polypheme,

  Cseneus, and Dryas prince of men, iEgean Theseus,

  A man like heaven's immortals formed; all, all most vigorous,

  Of all men that even those days bred; most vigorous men, and fought

  With beasts most vigorous, mountain beasts (for men in strength were nought

  Matched with their forces) fought with them, and bravely fought them down.

  Yet even with these men I conversed, being called to the renown

  Of their societies, by their suits from Pylos far, to fight

  In the Asian kingdom; and I fought, to a degree of might

  That helped even their mights, against such as no man now would dare

  To meet in conflict; yet even these my counsels still would hear,

  And with obedience crown my words. Give you such palm to them;

  'Tis better than to wreak your wraths. Atrides, give not stream

  To all thy power, nor force his prize, but yield her still his own,

  As all men else do. Nor do thou encounter with thy crown,

  Great son of Peleus, since no king that ever Jove allowed

  Grace of a sceptre equals him. Suppose thy nerves endowed

  With strength superior, and thy birth a very goddess gave,

  Yet he of force is mightier, since what his own nerves have

  Is amplified with just command of many other. King of men,

  Command thou then thyself; and I with my prayers will obtain

  Grace of Achilles to subdue his fury; whose parts are

  Worth our entreaty, being chief check to all our ill in war."

  “All this, good father," said the king, " is comely and good right;

  But this man .breaks all such bonds; he affects, past all men, height:

  All would in his power hold, all make his subjects, give to all

  His hot will for a temperate law; all which he never shall

  Persuade at my hands. If the gods have given him the great style

  Of ablest soldier, made they that his licence to revile

  Men with vile language?" Thetis' son prevented him, and said :

  “Fearful and vile I might be thought, if the exactions laid

  By all means on me I should bear. Others command to this,

  Thou shalt not me; or if thou dost, far my free spirit is

  From serving thy command. Besides, this I affirm (afford

  Impression of it in thy soul) I will not use my sword

  On thee or any for a wench, unjustly though thou takest

  The thing thou gavest; but all things else that in my ship thou makest

  Greedy survey of, do not touch without my leave; or do, —

  Add that act's wrong to this, that these may see that outrage too, —

  And then comes my part; then be sure thy blood upon my lance

  Shall flow in vengeance." These high terms these two at variance

  Used to each other; left their seats; and after them arose

  The whole court. To his tents and ships, with friends and soldiers, goes

  Angry Achilles. Atreus' son the swift ship launched, and put

  Within it twenty chosen rowers, within it likewise shut

  The hecatomb to appease the God; then caused to come aboard

  Fair-cheeked Chryseis; for the chief, he in whom Pallas poured

  Her store of counsels, Ithacus, aboard went last; and then

  The moist ways of the sea they sailed. And now the king of men

  Bade all the host to sacrifice. They sacrificed and cast

  The offal of all to the deeps; the angry God they grace

  With perfect hecatombs; some bulls, some goats, along the shore

  Of the unfruitful sea, inflamed. To heaven the thick fumes bore

  Enwrapped savours. Thus, though all the politic king made show

  Respects to heaven, yet he himself all that time did pursue

  His own affections; the late jar, in which he thundered threats

  Against Achilles, still he fed, and his affections' heats

  Thus vented to Talthybius, and grave Eurybates

  Heralds, and ministers of trust, to all his messages.

  “Haste to Achilles' tent; where take Briseis' hand, and bring

  Her beauties to us. If he fail to yield her, say your king

  Will come himself, with multitudes that shall the horribler

  Make both his presence, and your charge, that so he dares defer."

  This said, he sent them with a charge of hard condition.

  They went unwillingly, and trod the fruitless sea's shore; soon

  They reached the navy and the tents, in which the quarter lay

  Of all the Myrmidons, and found the chief Chief in their sway

  Set at his black bark in his tent. Nor was Achilles glad

  To see their presence; nor themselves in any glory had

  Their message; but with reverence stood, and feared the offended king,

  Asked not the dame, nor spake a word. He yet, well knowing the thing

  That caused their coming, graced them thus: " Heralds, ye men that bear

  The messages of men and gods, ye are welcome, come ye near.

  I nothing blame you, but your king 'tis he, I know, doth send

  You for Briseis; she is his. Patroclus, honoured friend,

  Bring forth the damsel, and these men let lead her to their lord.

  But, heralds, be you witnesses before the most adored,

  Before us mortals, and before your most ungentle king,

  Of what I suffer, that, if war ever hereafter bring

  My aid in question, to avert any severest bane

  It brings on others, I am 'scused to keep mine aid in wane,

  Since they mine honour. But your king, in tempting mischief, raves,

  Nor sees at once by present things the future; how like waves

  Ills follow ills; injustices being never so secure

  In present times, but after-plagues even then are seen as sure;

  Which yeit he sees not, and so soothes his present lust, which checked

  Would check plagues' future; and he might, in succouring right, protect

  Such as fight for his right at fleet. They still in safety fight

  That fight still justly." This speech used, Patroclus did the rite

  His friend commanded, and brought forth Briseis from her tent,

  Gave her the heralds, and away to the Achive ships they went.

  She sad, and scarce for grief could go. Her love all friends forsook,

  And wept for anger. To the shore of the old sea he betook

  Himself alone, and casting forth upon the purple sea

  His wet eyes, and his hands to heaven advancing, this sad plea

  Made to his mother: " Mother! since you brought me forth to breathe

  So short a life, Olympius had good right to bequeath

  My short life honour; yet that right he doth in no degree,

  But lets Atrides do me shame, and force that prize from me

  That all the Greeks gave." This with tears he uttered, and she heard,

  Set with her old sire in his deeps, and instantly appeared

  Up from the grey sea like a cloud, sate by his side, and said :

  “Why weeps my son? What grieves thee? Speak, conceal not what hath laid

  Such hard hand on thee, let both know." He, sighing like a storm,

  Replied : " Thou dost know. Why should I things known again inform?

  We marched to Thebes, the sacred town of King Eetion,

  Sacked it, and brought to fleet the spoil, which every valiant son

  Of Greece indifferently shared. Atrides had for sh
are

  Fair-cheeked Chryseis. After which, his priest, that shoots so far,

  Chryses, the fair Chryseis' sire, arrived at th' Achive fleet,

  With infinite ransom, to redeem the dear imprisoned feet

  Of his fair daughter. In his hands he held Apollo's crown,

  And golden sceptre; making suit to every Grecian son,

  But most the sons of Atreus, the others' orderers,

  Yet they least heard him; all the rest received with reverend ears

  The motion, both the priest and gifts gracing, and holding worth

  His wished acceptance. Atreus' son yet (vexed) commanded forth

  With rude terms Phoebus' reverend priest; who, angry, made retreat,

  And prayed to Phoebus, in whose grace he standing passing great

  Got his petition. The God an ill shaft sent abroad

  That tumbled down the Greeks in heaps. The host hpd no abode

  That was not visited. We asked a prophet that well knew

  The cause of all; and from his lips Apollo's prophecies flew,

  Telling his anger. First myself exhorted to appease

  The angered God, which Atreus' son did at the heart displease;

  And up he stood, used threats, performed. The black-eyed Greeks sent home

  Chryseis to her sire, and gave his God a hecatomb.

  Then, for Briseis, to my tents Atrides' heralds came,

  And took her that the Greeks gave all. If then thy powers can frame

  Wreak for thy son, afford it. Scale Olympus, and implore

  Jove (if by either word or fact thou ever didst restore

  Joy to his grieved heart) now to help. I oft have heard thee vaunt

  In court of Peleus, that alone thy hand was conversant

  In rescue from a cruel spoil the black cloud-gathering Jove,

  Whom other Godheads would have bound (the Power whose pace doth move

  The round earth, heaven's great Queen, and Pallas); to whose bands

  Thou cam'st with rescue, bringing up him with the hundred hands

  To great Olympus, whom the Gods call Briareus, men

  Aegseon, who his sire surpassed, and was as strong again,

  And in that grace sat glad by Jove. Th' immortals stood dismayed

  At his ascension, and gave free passage to his aid.

  Of all this tell Jove; kneel to him, embrace his knee, and pray,

  If Troy's aid he will ever deign, that now their forces may

  Beat home the Greeks to fleet and sea; embruing their retreat

  In slaughter; their pains paying the wreak of their proud sovereign's heat;

  And that far-ruling king may know from his poor soldier's harms

  His own harm falls; his own and all in mine, his best in arms."

  Her answer she poured out in tears: " O me, my son," said she,

  “Why brought I up thy being at all, that brought thee forth to be

  Sad subject of so hard a fate? O would to heaven, that since

  Thy fate is little, and not long, thou might'st without offence

  And tears perform it! But to live thrall to so stern a fate

  As grants thee least life, and that least so most unfortunate,

  Grieves me to have given thee any life. But what thou wishest now,

  If Jove will grant, I'll up and ask; Olympus crowned with snow

  I'll climb; but sit thou fast at fleet, renounce all war, and feed

  Thy heart with wrath, and hope of wreak; till which come, thou shalt need

  A little patience. Jupiter went yesterday to feast

  Amongst the blameless Jithiops, in th' ocean's deepened breast,

  All Gods attending him; the twelfth, high heaven again he sees,

  And then his brass-paved court I'll scale, cling to his powerful knees,

  And doubt not but to win thy wish." Thus, made she her remove,

  And left wrath tyring on her son for his enforced love.

  Ulysses, with the hecatomb, arrived at Chrysa's shore;

  And when amidst the haven's deep mouth they came to use the oar,

  They straight struck sail, then rolled them up, and on the hatches threw;

  The top-mast to the kelsine then with halyards down they drew;

  Then brought the ship to port with oars; then forked anchor cast;

  And, against the violence of storm, for drifting made her fast.

  All come ashore, they all exposed the holy hecatomb

  To angry Phoebus, and, with it, Chryseis welcomed home;

  Whom to her sire, wise Ithacus, that did at the altar stand,

  For honour, led, and, speaking thus, resigned her to his hand :

  “Chryses, the mighty king of men, great Agamemnon sends

  Thy loved seed by my hands to thine; and to thy God commends

  A hecatomb, which my charge is to sacrifice, and seek

  Our much-sigh-mixed woe his recure, invoked by every Greek."

  Thus he resigned her, and her sire received her highly joyed.

  About the well-built altar, then, they orderly employed

  The sacred offering, washed their hands, took salt cakes; and the priest,

  With hands held up to heaven, thus prayed : " O thou that all things seest,

  Fautour of Chrysa, whose fair hand doth guardfully dispose

  Celestial Cilia, governing in all power Tenedos,

  O hear thy priest, and as thy hand, in free grace to my prayers,

  Shot fervent plague-shafts through the Greeks, now hearten their affairs

  With health renewed, and quite remove th' infection from their blood."

  He prayed; and to his prayers again the God propitious stood.

  All, after prayer, cast on salt cakes, drew back, killed, flayed the beeves,

  Cut out and dubbed with fat their thighs, fair dressed with doubled leaves,

  And on them all the sweetbreads pricked. The priest, with small sere wood,

  Did sacrifice, poured on red wine; by whom the young men stood,

  And turned, in five ranks, spits. On which (the legs enough) they eat

  The inwards; then in gigots cut the other fit for meat,

  And put to fire; which roasted well they drew. The labour done,

  They served the feast in that fed all to satisfaction.

  Desire of meat and wine thus quenched, the youths crowned cups of wine

  Drunk off, and filled, again to all. That day was held divine,

  And spent in pseans to the Sun, who heard with pleased ear;

  When whose bright chariot stooped to sea, and twilight hid the clear,

  All soundly on their cables slept, even till the night was worn.

  And when the Lady of the light, the rosy-fingered Morn,

  Rose from the hills, all fresh arose, and to the camp retired.

  Apollo with a fore-right wind their swelling bark inspired.

  The top-mast hoisted, milk-white sails on his round breast they put,

  The mizens strooted with the gale, the ship her course did cut

  So swiftly that the parted waves against her ribs did roar;

  Which, coming to the camp, they drew aloft the sandy shore;

  Where, laid on stocks, each soldier kept his quarter as before.

  But Peleus' son, swift-foot Achilles, at his sjvift ships sate

  Burning in wrath, nor ever came to councils (if estate

  That make men honoured, never trod the fieroejmaiiattled field,

  But kept close, and his loved heart pined, what fight and cries could yield

  Thirsting at all parts to the host. And now, since first he told

  His wrongs to Thetis, twelve fair morns their ensigns did unfold,

  And then the ever-living Gods mounted Olympus, Jove

  First in ascension. Thetis then remembered well to move

  Achilles' motion, rose from sea, and, by the morn's first light

  The great heaven and Olympus climbed; where, in supremest height

&n
bsp; Of all that many-headed hill, she saw the far-seen son

  Of Saturn, set from all the rest, in his free seat alone.

  Before whom, on her own knees fall'n, the knees of Jupiter

  Her left hand held, her right his chin, and thus she did prefer

  Her son's petition : "Father Jove! If ever I have stood

  Aidful to thee in word or work, with this implored good

  Requite my aid, renown my son, 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 forced from him a prize

  Won with his sword. But thou, O Jove, that art most strong, most wise,

  Honour my son for my sake; add strength to the Trojan's side

  By his side's weakness in his want; and see Troy amplified

  In conquest, so much and so long, till Greece may give again

  The glory reft him, and the more illustrate the free reign

  Of his -wronged honour." Jove at this sate silent; not a word

  In long space passed him. Thetis still hung on his knee, implored

  The second time his help, and said : " Grant or deny my suit,

  Be free in what thou dost; I know thou canst not sit thus mute

  For fear of any; speak, deny, that so I may be sure

  Of all heaven's Goddesses, 'tis I that only must endure

  Dishonour by thee." Jupiter, the great cloud-gatherer, grieved

  With thought of what a world of griefs this suit asked, being achieved,

  Swelled, sighed, and answered : " Works of death thou urgest. O at this

  Juno will storm, and all my powers inflame with contumelies.

  Ever she wrangles, charging me in ear of all the Gods

  That I am partial still, that I add the displeasing odds

  Of my aid to the Ilians. Begone then, lest she see;

  Leave thy request to my care; yet, that trust may hearten thee

  With thy desire's grant, and my power to give it act approve

  How vain her strife is, to thy prayer my eminent head shall move;

  Which is the great sign of my will with all th' immortal states;

  Irrevocable; never fails; never without the rates

  Of all powers else; when my head bows, all heads bow with it still

  As their first mover; and gives power to any work I will."

  He said; and his black eyebrows bent; above his deathless head

  The ambrosian curls flowed; great heaven shook; and both were severed;

  Their counsels broken. To the depths of Neptune's kingdom dived

  Thetis from heaven's height; Jove arose, and all the Gods received