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Thy father's squire, Achilles, and his care; | All day they hunted; and when day expir'd, Whom conquer'd in the Delopeian war,

Together to some shady cave retir'd. Their king, his present ruin to prevent,

Invited, to the nuptials both repair : A pledge of peace implor'd, to Peleus sent. And, side by side, they both engage in war. Tby sire, with grieving eyes, beheld his fate; “Uncertain from what hand, a flying dart And cry'd, 'Not long, lov'd Crantor, shalt thou At Cyllarus was sent, which pierc'd this heart. wait

The javelin drawn from out the mortal wound, Thy vow'd revenge.' At once he said, and threw. He faints with staggering steps, and seeks the His ashen-spear, which quiver'd as it flew,

ground: With all his force and all his soul apply'd ; The fair within her arms receiv'd his fall, The sharp point enter'd in the Centaur's side: 1 And strove his wandering spirits to recall : Both hands, to wrench it out, the monster join'd; And, while her hand the streaming blood oposid, And wrench'd it out; but left the steel behind. Join'd face to face, his lips with hers she cios'd. Stuck in his lungs it stood: enrag'd he rears Stified with kisses, a sweet death he dies; His hoofs, and down to ground thy father bears. She fills the fields with updistinguish'd cries : Thus trampled under foot, his shield defends At least her words were in her clamour drown'd; His head; his other hand the lance protends. For my stunn'd ears receiv'd no vocal sound. Ev'n while he lay extended on the dust,

In madness of her grief she seiz'd the dart He sped the Centaur, with one single thrust. New drawn, and reeking from her lover's heart; Two more his lance before transfix'd from far ; To her bare bosom the sharp point apply'd, And two his sword had slain in closer war. And wounded fell, and falling by his side, [dy'd. To these was added Dorylas : who spread

Embrac'd him in her arms, and thus embracing A bull's two goring horns around his head.

“Ev'n still, methinks, I see Phæocomes; With these he push'd ; in blood already dy'd : Strange was his habit, and as odd his dress. Him, fearless, I approach'd, and thus defy'd : Six lions hides, with thongs together fast, • Now, inouster, now, by proof it shall appear, His upper part defended to his waist; Whether thy horns are sharper, or my spear.' And where man ended, the continued vest At this, I threw: for want of other ward,

Spread on his back the houss and trappings of a He lifted up his hand, his front to guard.

His hand it pass'd, and fix'd it to his brow : A stump too heavy for a team to draw
Loud shouts of ours attend the lucky blow : (It seems a fable, though the fact I saw)
Him Peleus finish'd, with a second wound,

He threw at Pholon; the descending blow
Which through the navel pierc'd: he reel'd around, Divides the skull, and cleaves his head in two.
And dragg'd his dangling bowels on the ground: The brains, from nose and mouth, and either ear,
Trod what he dragg'd, and what he trod he crush'd: Came issuing out, as through a colendar
And to his mother-earth, with empty belly, rush'd. The curdled milk: or from the press the whey,

“ Nor could thy form, 0 Cyllarus, foreshow Driven down by weights above, is drain'd away. Thy fate (if form to monsters men allow):

“But him, while stooping down to spoil the slain, Just bloom'd thy beard, thy beard of golden hue : Pierc'd through the paunch, I tumbled on the plain. Thy locks, in golden waves, about thy shoulders Then Chthonius and Teleboas I slew : flew.

A fork the former arm’d; a dart his fellow threw. Sprightly thy look : thy shapes in every part The javelin wounded me (behold the scar). So clean, as might instruct the sculptor's art, Then was my time to seek the Trojan war; As far as man extended : where began

Then I was Hector's match in open field; The beast, the beast was equal to the man. But he was then unborn; at least a child ; Add but a horse's head and neck, and he,

Now, I am nothing. I forbear to tell O Castor, was a courser worthy thee.

By Periphantes how Pyretus fell; So was his back proportion'd for the seat;

The Centaur by the knight: nor will I stay So rose his brawny chest; so swiftly mov'd his | On Amphix, or what deaths he dealt that day: feet.

What honour, with a pointless lance, he won, Coal-black his colour, but like jet it shone; Stuck in the front of a four-footed man. His legs and flowing tail were white alone. What fame young Macareus obtain'd in fight: Belov'd by many maidens of his kind,

Or dwell on Nessus, now return'd from flight. But fair Hylonome possess'd his mind;

How prophet Mopsus not alone divin'd, Hylonome, for features, and for face,

Whose valour equal'd his foreseeing mind. Excelling all the nymphs of double race:

.“ Already Caneus, with his conquering hand, Nor less her blandishments, than beauty, move; Had slaughter'd five, the boldest of their band : At once both loving, and confessing love.

Pyrachmus, Helymus, Antimachus, For him she dress'd; for him with female care Bromus the brave, and stronger Stiphelus: She comb'd, and set in curls her auburn hair. Their names I number'd, and remember well, Of roses, violets, and lilies mix'd,

No trace remaining, by what wounds they fell. And sprigs of flowing rosemary betwixt,

“ Latreus, the bulkiest of the double race, She form'd the chaplet, that adorn'd her front : Whom the spoil'd arms of slain Halesus grace, In waters of the Pegasæan fount,

In years retaining still his youthful might, And in the streams that from the fountain play, Though his black hairs were interspers'd with She wash'd her face, and bath'd her twice a day.

white, The scarf of furs, that hung below her side, Betwixt th' embattled ranks began to prance, Was ermin, or the panther's spotted pride : Proud of his helm, and Macedonian lance; Spoils of no common beast: with equal flame And rode the ring around; that either host They lov'd: their sylvan pleasures were the same: Might hear him, while he made this empty boast.

And from a strumpet shall we suffer shame? Doubtful his death: he suffocated seem'd
For Cænis still, not Cæneus is thy name:

To most; but otherwise our Mopsus deem'd, And still the native softness of thy kind

Who said, he saw a yellow bird arise Prevails, and leaves the woman in thy mind. From out the pile, and ceave the liquid skies: Remember what thou wert: what price was paid | I saw it too: with golden feathers bright, To change thy sex: to make thee not a maid; Nor e'er before beheld so strange a sight. And but a man in show : go, card and spin ; Whom Mopsus viewing, as it soar'd around And leave the business of the war to men.' Our troop, and beard the pinions rattling sound,

" While thus the boaster exercis'd his pride, * All bail," be cry'd, “thy country's grace and love; The fatal spear of Cæneus reach'd his side : Once first of men below, now first of birds above.' Just in the mixture of the kinds it ran;

Its author to the story gave belief;
Betwixt the nether beast and upper man.

For us, our courage was increas'd by grief:
Th monster, mad with rage, and stung with smart, Asham'd to see a single man, pursu'd
His lance directed at the hero's heart :

With odds, to sink beneath a multitude,
It strook ; but bounded from his harden'd breast; / We push'd the foe, and forc'd to shameful fight;
Like hail from tiles, which the safe house invest; Part fell; and part escap'd by favour of the night."
Nor seem'd the stroke with more effect to come, This tale, by Nestor told, did much displease
Than a small pebble falling on a drum.

Tlepolemus, the seed of Hercules : He next his fauchion try'd, in closer fight; For, often he had heard his father say, But the keen fauchion had no power to bite. That he himself was present at the fray; He thrust; the blunted point return'd again. And more than shard the glories of the day. Since downright blows,' he cry'd, and thrusts are “ Old Chronicle,” he said, “ among the rest, vain,

You might have nam'd Alcides at the least : MI prove his side:' in strong embraces held, Is he not worth your praise?The Pylian prince He prov'd his side; his side the sword repellid : Sigh'd ere he spoke; then made this proud defence. His hollow belly echo'd to the stroke;

“My former woes, in long oblivion drown'd, C'rtouch'd bis body, as a solid rock; [broke. | I would have lost; but you renew the wound: Aim'd at his neck at last, the blade in shivers Better to pass him o'er, than to relate

“Th' impassive knight stood idle, to deride The cause 1 bave your mighty sire to hate. His rage, and offer'd oft his naked side:

His fame has fill'd the world, and reach'd the sky;
At length, “Now, monster, in thy turn,' he cry'd, (Which, oh, I wish, with truth, I could deny)!
* Try thou the strength of Cæneus:' at the word We praise not Hector; though his name, we know,
He thrust; and in his shoulder plung'd the sword. Is great in arms; 'tis hard to praise a foe.
Then writh'd his hand; and, as he drove it down, “He, your great father, level'd to the ground
Deep in his breast, made many wounds in one. Messenia's towers: nor better fortune found

"The Centaurs saw, enrag'd, th'unhop'd success; Elis, and Pylas; that a neighbouring state,
And rushing on, in crowds, together press; | And this my own : both guiltless of their fate.
At him, and him alone, their darts they threw : L “ To pass the rest, twelve, wanting one, he
Repuls'd they from his fated body few.

slew; Amaz'd they stood; till Monychus began, My brethren, who their birth from Neleys drew. *Oshame! a nation conquer'd by a man! All youths of early promise, had they liv'd; A woman-nan; yet more a man is he,

By him they perish'd: I alone surviv'd.
Than all our race; and what he was, are we. The rest were easy conquest : but the fate
Now, what avail our nerves? th' united force, Of Periclymenos is wondrous to relate.
Of two the strongest creatures, man and horse : To him our common grandsire of the main
Nor goddess-born, nor of Ixion's seed,

Had given to change his form, and, chang'd, rcWe seem, (a lover built for Juno's bed)

sume again. Master'd by this half man. Whole mountains Vary'd at pleasure, every shape he try'd ; throw

And in all beasts Alcides still defy'd : With woods at once, and bury him below.

Vanquish'd on Earth, at length he soar'd above; "This only way remains. Nor need we doubt Chang'd to the bird, that bears the bolt of Jove: To choak the soul within, though not to force it | The new-dissembled eagle, now endu'd out.

With peak and pounces, Hercules pursu'd, Heap weights, instead of wounds:' he chanc'dto see And cuff'd his manly cheeks, and tore his face; Where southern storms had rooted up a tree; Then, safe retir'd, and tour'd in empty space, This, rais'd from earth, against the foe he threw; Alcides bore not long his flying foe, Tl example shown, his fellow brutes pursue. But, bending his inevitable bow, With forest-loads the warrior they invade; Reach'd him in air, suspended as he stood; Othrys and Pelion soon were void of shade; And in his pinion fix'd the feather'd wood. . And spreading groves were naked mountains made. | Light was the wound; but in the sinew hung Press'd with the burthen, Cæneus pants for breath; | The point; and his disabled wing unstrung. And on his shoulders bears the wooden death. He wheel'd in air, and stretch'd his vans in vain; To beave th' intolerable weight he tries;

His vans no longer could his flight sustain: At length it rose above his mouth and eyes; For while one gather'd wind, one, unsupply'd, Yet still be heaves, and, struggling with despair, Hung drooping down; nor pois'd his other side, Stakes all aside, and gains a gulp of air:

He fell: the shaft, that slightly was impress'd, A short relief, which but prolongs his pain; Now from his heavy fall with weight increas'd He faints by fits; and then respires again : Drove through his neck, aslant; he spurns the At last, the burthen only nods above,

ground, As when an earthquake stirs th’ Idæan grove. And the soul issues through the weazon's wound, “Now, brave commander of the Rhodian seas, | Nor Menelaus presum'd these arms to claim, What praise is due from me to Hercules ? Now let a hero's arms a coward vest,

Nor he the king of men, a greater namne. Silence is all the vengeance I decree

Two rivals only rose : Laertes' son, For my slain brothers; but 'tis peace with thee.” And the vast bulk of Ajax Teiamon.

Thus with a flowing tongue old Nestor spoke: The king, who cherish'd each with equal love, Then, to full bowls each other they provoke: And from himself all envy would remove, At length, with weariness and wine oppressid,

Left both to be determin'd by the laws; They rise from table, and withdraw to rest. And to the Grecian chiefs transferr’d the cause.

The sire of Cygnus, monarch of the main, Mean time, laments his son, in battle slain : And vows the victor's death, nor vows in vain. For nine long years the smother'd pain he bore THE SPEECHES OP AJAX AND ULYSSES. (Achilles was not ripe for fate before): Then when he saw the promis'd hour was near,

FROM THE THIRTEENTH BOOK OP He thus bespoke the god that guides the year.

OVID'S METAMORPHOSES. “ Immortal offspring of my brother Jove; .

The chiefs were set, the soldiers crown'd the field: My brightest nephew, and whom best I love, To these the master of the sevenfold shield Whose hands were join'd with mine to raise the Upstarted fierce, and, kindled with disdain, wall

Eager to speak, unable to contain Of tottering Troy, now nodding to her fall; His boiling rage, he roll'd his eyes around Dost thou not mourn our power employ'd in vain, The shore, and Grecian galleys haul'd a-ground. And the defenders of our city slain?

Then stretching out his hands, “ O Jove," he cry d, To pass the rest, could noble Hector lie

“ Must then our cause before the fleet be try'd? Unpity'd, dragg’d around his native Troy? And dares Ulysses for the prize contend, And yet the murderer lives: himself by far In sight of what he durst not once defend? A greater plague, than all the wasteful war: But basely fled that memorable day, He lives; the proud Pelides lives, to boast

When I from Hector's hauds redeem'd the flaming Our town destroy'd, our common labour lost! So much'tis safer at the noisy bar (prey. O, could I meet him! But I wish too late ;

With words to flourish, than engage in war. To prove my trident, is not in his fate.

By different methods we maintain'd our right, But let him try (for that's allow'd) thy dart, Nor am I made to talk, nor he to fight. And pierce his only penetrable part."

In bloody fields I labour to be great; Apollo bows to the superior throne;

His arms are a smooth tongue, and soft deceit, And to his uncle's anger adds his own.

Nor need I speak my deeds, for those you see; Then, in a cloud involv'd, he takes his flight, The Sun and day are witnesses for me. Where Greeks and Trojans mix'd in mortal fight; Let him who fights unseen relate his own, And found out Paris lurking where he stood, And vouch the silent stars and conscious Moon. And stain'd his arrows with plebeian blood : Great is the prize demanded, I confess, Phæbus to him alone the god confess'd,

But such an abject rival makes it less. Then to the recreant knight he thus address'd : That gift, those honours, he but hop'd to gain, “ Dost thou not blush, to spend thy shafts in vain Can leave no room for Ajax to be vain : On a degenerate and ignoble train?

Losing he wins, because his name will be If fame, or better vengeance, be thy care,

Ennobled by defeat, who durst contend with me. There aim, and, with one arrow, end the war." Were mine own valour question'd, yet my blood

He said ; and show'd from far the blazing shield Without that plea would make my title good : And sword, which but Achilles none could wield; | My sire was Telamon, whose arms, employ'd And how he mov'd a god and mow'd the standing With Hercules, these Trojan walls destroy'd; The deity himself directs aright

[field. And who before, with Jason, sent from Greece, Th’envenom'd shaft; and wings the fatal flight. In the first ship brought home the golden fleece:

Thus fell the foremost of the Grecian name; Great Telamon from Æacus derives And he, the base adulterer, boasts the fame. His birth (th' inquisitor of guilty lives A spectacle to glad the Trojan train;

In shades below; where Sisyphus, whose son And please old Priam, after Hector slain.

This thief is thought, rolls up the restless heavy If by a female hand he had foreseen

stone). He was to die, his wish had rather been

Just Æacus the king of gods above
The lance and double ax of the fair warrior queen. Begot : thus Ajax is the third from Jove.
And now, the terrour of the Trojan field,

Nor should I seek advantage from my line,
The Grecian honour, ornament, and shield, Unless, Achilles, it were mix'd with thine:
High on a pile, th' unconquer'd chief is plac'd : As next of kin Achilles' arms I claim;
The god, that arm'd him first, consum'd at last, This fellow would ingraft a foreign name
Of all the mighty man, the small remains Upon our stock, and the Sisyphian seed
A little urn, and scarcely fillid, contains.

By fraud and theft asserts his father's breed.
Yet great in Homer, still Achilles lives;

Then must I lose these arms, because I came And, equal to himself, himself survives.

To fight uncall'd, a voluntary name? His buckler owns its former lord ; and brings Nor shunn'd the cause, but offer'd you my aid, New cause of strife betwixt contending kings; While he, long lurking, was to war betray'd: Who worthiest, after him, his sword to wield, Forc'd to the field he came, but in the rear ; Or wear his armour, or sustain his shield.

And feign'd distraction to conceal his fear : Ev'n Diomede sate mute, with down-cast eyes; Till one more cunning caught him in the snare, Conscious of wonted worth to win the prize : (Ill for himself) and dragg'd him into war.

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| Let him return to that opprobrious field; And he, who shann'd all honours, gain the best; Again creep under my protecting shield: And let me stand excluded from my right,

Let him lie wounded, let the foe be near, Robb’d of my kinsman's arms, who first appear'd And let his quivering heart confess his fear; in fight.

There put him in the very jaws of Fate; Better for us, at home he had remain'd,

And let him plead his cause in that estate: Had it been true the madness which he feign'd, | And yet, when snatch'd from Death, when from Or so believ'd; the less had been our shame,

below The less bis counsell'd crime, which brands the My lifted shield I loos'd and let him go, [bound Grecian name;

Good Heavens, how light he rose, with what a Nor Philoctetes had been left enclos'd

He sprung from Earth, forgetful of his wound : , In a bare isle, to wants and pains expos'd, How fresh, how eager then his feet to ply; Where to the rocks, with solitary groans,

Who had not strength to stand, had speed to fly! His sufferings and our baseness he bemoans; Hector came on, and brought the gods along; And wishes (so may Heaven his wish fulól) Fear seiz'd alike the feeble and the strong: Tbe due reward to him who caus'd his ill.

Each Greek was an Ulysses; such a dread Now he, with us to Troy's destruction sworn, Th’approach, and ev'n the sound, of Hector bred: Our brother of the war, by whom are borne Him, Aeshed with slaughter, and with conquest Alcides' arrows, pent in narrow bounds,

crown'd, With cold and hunger pinch'd, and pain'd with | I met, and over-turn'd him to the ground. wounds,

When after, matchless as he deem'd in might, To find him food and clothing, must employ He challeng'd all our host to single fight. Against the birds the shafts due to the fate of All eyes were fix'd on me: the lots were thrown; Troy.

But for your champion I was wish'd alone : (yield; Yet still he lives, and lives from treason free, Your vows were heard; we fought, and neither Because he left Ulysses' 'company:

Yet I return'd unvanquish'd from the field. Poor Palamede might wish, so void of aid

With Jove to friend th' insulting Trojan came, Rather to have been left, than so to death betray'd. And menac'd us with force, our fleet with flame The coward bore the man immortal spite,

Was it the strength of this tongue-valiant lord, Who sbam'd him out of madness into fight: In that black hour that sav'd you from the sword? Nor, daring otherwise to vent bis hate;

Or was my breast expos'd alone, to brave Aceus'd nim first of treason to the state;

A thousand swords, a thousand ships to save? And then for proof produc'd the golden store The hopes of your return! and can yon yield, Himself had hidden in his tent before:

For a sav'd fleet, less than a single shield Thus of two champions he depriv'd our host, Think it no boast, O Grecians, if I deem By exile one, and one by treason lost.

These arms want Ajax, more than Ajax them; Thus fights Ulysses, thus his fame extends, Or, I with them an equal honour share; . A formidable man, but to his friends:

They honour'd to be worn, and I to wear. Great, for what greatness is in words and sound: Wil! he compare my courage with his fight? Erin faithful Nestor less in both is found : As well he may compare the day with night. But that he might without a rival reign,

Night is indeed the province of his reign: He left his faithful Nestor on the plain;

Yet all his dark exploits no more contain, Forsook bis friend ev'n at his utmost need, Than a spy taken, and a sleeper slain; Who, tir'd and tardy, with his wounded steed, A priest made prisoner, Pallas made a'prey: Cry'd out for aid, and call'd him by his name; But none of all these actions done by day : But Cowardice has neither ears nor shame: Nor aught of these was done and Diomede away. Tbus fled the good old man, bereft of aid,

If on such petty merits you confer And, for as much as lay in him, betray'd.

So vast a prize, let each his portion share; That this is not a fable forg'd by me,

Make a just dividend ; and if not all, Like one of his, an Ulyssean lie,

The greater part to Diomede will fall. 1 vouch ev'n Diomede, who, though his friend, But why for Ithacus such arms as those, Cannot that act excuse, much less defend : Who naked and by night invades his foes? . He call'd him back aloud, and tax'd his fear; The glittering helm by moonlight will proclaim And sare enough he heard, but durst not hear. The latent robber, and prevent his game:

“The gods with equal eyes on mortals look; Nor could he hold his tottering head upright He justly was forsaken, who forsook : '

Beneath that motion, or sustain the weight; Wanted that succour he refus'd to lend,

Nor that right arm could toss the beamy lance; Found every fellow such another friend :

Much less the left that ampler shield advance, No wonder, if he roar'd that all might hear, Ponderous with precious weight, and rough with His elocution was increas'd by fear:

Of the round world in rising gold emboss'd. [cost I heard, I ran, I found him out of breath,

That orb would ill become his hand to wield, Pale, trembling, and half dead with fear of death. And look as for the gold he stole the shield; Though he had judg'd himself by his own laws, | Which should your errour on the wretch bestow, And stood condemn'd, I help'd the common cause: It would not frighten, but allure the foe: With my broad buckler hid him from the foe, Why asks he, what avails him not in fight, (Er'n the shield trembling as he lay below) And would but cumber and retard his flight, And from impending fate the coward freed : In which his only excellence is plac'd ? Good Heaven forgive me for so bad a deed! You give him death, that intercept his haste, If still he will persist, and urge the strife, Add, that his own is yet a maiden-shield, First let him give me back his forfeit life: Nor the least dint has suffer'd in the field,

Guiltless of fight: mine batter'd, hew'd, and bord, I not presume on every act to dwell,
Worn out of service, must forsake his lord. But take these few, in order as they fell.
What farther need of words our right to scan? “Thetis, who knew the Fates, apply'd her care
My arguments are deeds, let action speak the man. To keep Achilles in disguise from war;
Since from a champion's arms the strife arose, And, till the threatening influence were past,
So cast the glorious prize amid the foes ;

A woman's habit on the hero cast,
Then send us to redeem both arms and shield, All eyes were cozen'd by the borrow'd vest,
And let him wear who wins them in the field.” And Ajax (never wiser than the rest)
He said: a murmur from the multitude,

Found no Pelides there: at length I came
Or somewhat like a stifled shout, ensued :

With proffer'd wares to this pretended dame; Till from his seat arose Laertes' son,

She, not discover'd by her mien or voice, Look'd down awhile, and paus'd ere he begun; *Betray'd her manhood by her manly choice ; Then to th' expecting audience rais'd his look, And while on female toys her fellows look, And not without prepar'd attention spoke : Grasp'd in her warlike hand, a javelin sbook; Soft was his tone, and sober was his face;

Whoin, by this act reveald, I thus bespoke : Action his words, and words his actiongrace.sprayer, .O goddess-born! resist not Heaven's decree,

“ If Heaven, my lords, had heard our common The fall of lium is reserv'd for thee;' These arms had caus'd no quarrel for an heir ; Then, seiz'd him, and, produc'd in open light, Still great Acbilles had his own possess'd,

Sent blushing to the field the fatal knight. And we with great Achilles had been bless'd. Mine then are all his actions of the war ; But since hard Fate, and Heaven's severe decree, Great Telephus was conquer'd by my spear, Have ravish'd him away from you and me

And after cur'd: to me the Thebans owe,
(Al this he sigh’d, and wip'd his eyes, and drew, | Lesbos and Tenedos, their overthrow;
Or seem'd to draw, some drops of kindly dew) Scyros and Cylla: not on all to dwell,
Who better can succeed Achilles lost,

By me Lyrnesus and strong Chrysa fell :
Than he who gave Achilles to your host?

And since I sent the man who Hector slew, This only I request, that neither he

To me the noble Hector's death is due: May gain, by being what he seems to be,

'Those arms I put into his living hand, A stupid thing, nor I may lose the prize,

Those arms, Pelides dead, I now demand. By having sense, which Heaven to him denies : “ When Greece was injur'd in the Spartan prince, Since, great or small, the talent I enjoy'd

And met at Aulis to revenge th' offence, Was ever in the common cause employ'd :

'Twas a dead calm, or adverse blasts, that reign'd, Nor let my wit, and wonted eloquence,

And in the port the wind-bound fleet detain'd: Which often has been us'd in your defence

Bad signs were seen, and oracles severe And in my own, this only time be brought Were daily thunderd in our general's ear: To bear against myself, and deem'd a fault. That by his daughter's blood we must appease Make not a crime where Nature made it none; Diana's kindled wrath, and free the seas. For every man may freely use his own.

Affection, interest, fame, his heart assail'd; The deeds of long-descended ancestors

But soon the father o'er the king prevailid: Are but by grace of imputation ours,

Bold, on himself he took the pious crime, Theirs in effect : but since he draws his line As angry with the gods, as they with bim, From Jove, and seems to plead a right divine ; No subject could sustain their sovereign's look, From Jove, like him, I claim my pedigree, Till this hard enterprize 1 undertook : And am descended in the same degree :

I only durst th' imperial power control, My sire, Laertes, was Arcesius' heir,

And undermin'd the parent in his soul; Arcesius was the son of Jupiter:

Forc'd him t exert the king for common good, No parricide, no banish'd man, is known

And pay our ransom with his daughter's blood. In all my line : let him excuse his own.

Never was cause more difficult to plead, Hermes ennobles too my mother's side,

Than where the judge against himself decreed : By both my parents to the gods ally'd;

Yet this I won by dint of argument; But not because that on the female part

The wrongs his injur'd brother underwent, My blood is better, dare I claim desert;

And his own office, sham'd him to consent. Or that my sire from parricide is free;

“ 'Twas harder yet to move the mother's mind, But judge by merit betwixt him and me:

And to this heavy task was 1 design'd: The prize be to the best; provided yet,

| Reasons against her love I knew were vain : That Ajax for a while his kin forget,

| I circumvented wbom I could not gain : And his great sire, and greater uncle's name, Had Ajax been employ'd, our slackeu'd sails To fortify by them his feeble claim:

Had still at Aulis waited happy gales. Be kindred and relation laid aside,

“ Arriv'd at Troy, your choice was fix'd on me, And honour's cause, by laws of honour try'd : A fearless envoy, fit for a bold embassy : For if he plead proximity of blood,

Secure, I enter'd through the bostile court, That empty title is with ease withstood.

Glittering with steel and crouded with resort : Peleus, the hero's sire, more nigh than he, There in the midst of arms, I plead our cause, And Pyrrhus his undoubted progeny,

Urge the foul rape, and violated laws; Inherit first these trophies of the field;

Accuse the foes, as authors of the strife, To Scyros, or to Phthia, send the shield: | Reproach the ravisher, demand the wife. And Teucer has an uncle's right; yet he | Priam, Antenor, and the wiser few, Waves his pretensions, nor contends with me. I I mov'd; but Paris and his lawless crew [stood

“Then, since the cause on pure desert is plac'd, Scarce held their hands, and lifted swords; but Whence shall I take my rise, what reckon last? In act to quench their impious thirst of blood :

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