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And hurl'd at Amycus; his chin is bent

| Pholus and Melaneus from fight withdrew,
Against his chest, and down the Centaur sent; And Abas maim'd, who boars encountering slew :
Whom sputtering bloody teeth, the second blow And Augur Astylos, whose art in vain
Of his drawn sword dispatch'd to shades below. From fight dissuaded the four-footed train,

"Grineus was near; and cast a furious look | Now beat the hoof with Nessus on the plain;
On the side-altar, cens'd with sacred smoke, But to his fellow cry'd, · Be safely slow,
And bright with flaming fires. "The gods,' he Thy death deferr'd is due to great Alcides' bow.'
cry'd,

“ Mean time strong Dryas urg'd his chance so Have with their holy trade our hands supply'd : That Lycidas, Areos, Imbreus feil;

(well,
Why use we not their gifts ?" Then from the floor All one by one, and fighting face to face :
An altar-stone be heav'd, with all the load it bore: Crenæus fled, to fail with more disgrace:
Altar and altar's freight together flew

For, fearful, while he look'd behind, he bore
Where thickest throng'd the Lapithæan crew; Betwixt his nose and front the blow before.
And, at once, Broteas and Oryus slew :

Amid the noise and tumult of the fray,
Oryus' mother, Mycale, was known

Snoring and drunk with wine, Aphidas lay.
Dawn from her sphere to draw the labouring Moon. Evin then the bowl within his hand he kept,

"Exadius cry'd, “ Unpunish'd shall not go And on a bear's rough hide securely slept.
This fact, if arms are found against the foe.' Him Phorbas with his flying dart transfix'd;
He look'd about, where on a pine were spread | Take thy next draught with Stygian waters mix'd,
The votive horns of a stag's branching head: And sleep thy fill,'th'insulting victor cy'd;
At Grineus these he throws; so just they fly, Surpriz'd with death unfelt, the Centaur dy'd;
That the sharp antlers stuck in either cye:

The ruddy vomit, as he breath'd his soul,
Breathless and blind he fell, with blood besmear'd, Repass'd his throat, and fill'd his empty bowl.
His eye-balls, beaten out, hung dangling on his “I saw Petræus' arms employ'd around
beard.

A well-grown oak, to root it from the ground.
Fierce Rhætus, from the hearth, a burning brand This way, and that, he wrench'd the fibrous bands,
Selects, and whirling waves; till from his hand The trunk was like a sapling in his hands,
The fire took flame; then dash'd it from the right And still obey'd the bent: while thus he stood,
On fair Charaxus' temples, near the sight:

Perithous' dart drove on, and nail'd him to the
The whistling pest came on, and pierc'd the bone wood.
And caught the yellow hair, that shrivel'd while Lycus and Chromys fell, by him oppress'd:
it shone :

Helops and Dictys added to the rest
Caught, like dry stabble fir'd, or like seerwood; A nobler palm: Helops, through either ear
Yet from the wound ensued no purple food; Transfix'd, receiv'd the penetrating spear.
But look'd a bubbling mass of frying blood. This Dictys saw; and, seiz'd with sudden fright,
His blazing locks sent forth a crackling sound, Leapt headlong from the hill of steepy height;
Aud hiss'd, like red hot ir'n within the smithy | Aud crush'd an ash beneath, that could not bear
drown'd.

his weight.
The wounded warrior shook his flaming hair, The shatter'd tree receives his fall, and strikes,
Then (what a team of horse could hardly rear) Within bisfull-blown paunch, the sharpen'd spikes,
He heaves the threshold-stone; but could not throw; Strong Aphareus had heav'd a mighty stone,
The weight itself forbad the threaten'd blow; The fragment of a rock, and would have thrown;
Wbich, dropping from his lifted arms, came down But Theseus, with a club of harden'd oak,
Full on Cometes' head, and crush'd his crown. The cubit-bone of the bold Centaur broke,
Nor Rbætus then retain'd his joy: but said, And left him maim'd; nor seconded the stroke:
* So by their fellows may our foes be sped ! Then leapt on tall Bianor's back, (who bore
Then with redoubled strokes he plies his head : I No mortal burthen but his own, before )
The burning lever not deludes his pains;

Press'd with his knees his sides; the double man,
Bat drives the batter'd skull within the brains. His speed with spurs increas'd, unwilling ran.
“ Thus fush'd, the conqueror, with force re One hand the hero fasten'd on his locks;
new'd,

His other ply'd him with repeated strokes.
Evagrus, Dryas, Corythus pursued :

The club hung round his ears and batter'd brows;
First, Corythus, with downy cheeks, he slew; He falls; and, lashing up his heels, his rider throws.
Whose fall when fierce Evagrus had in view,

"The same Herculean arms Nedymnus wound,
He cry'd, 'What paim is from a beardless prey?" And lay by him Lycotas on the ground;
Rbætus prevents what more he had to say; And Hippasus, whose beard bis breast invades;
And drove within his mouth the fiery death, And Ripheus, haunter of the woodland shades;
Which enter'd hissing in, and chok'd his breath. And Tereus, us'd with mountain-bears to strive,
At Dryas next he flew; but weary Chance

And from their dens to draw th' indignant beasts
No longer would the same success advance. -

alive.
But while he whirl'd in fiery circles round

“ Demoleon could not bear this hateful sight,
The brand, a sharpen'd stake strong Dryas found; Or the long fortune of th’ Athenian knight:
And in the shoulder's joint inflicts the wound. But pulld with all his force, to disengage
The weapon struck: which roaring out with pain From arth a pine, the product of an age :
He drew ; nor longer darst the fight maintain, The root stuck fast: the broken trunk he sent
Bat turn'd his back, for fear; and fled amain. At Theseus: Theseus frustrates his intent,
With him fled Orneus, with like dread possess'd; And leaps aside, by Pallas warn'd, the blow
Thaumas and Medon, wounded in the breast; To sbun (for so he said; and we believ'd it so).
And Mermeros, in the late race renown'd,

Yet not in vain th'enormous weight was cast,
Now limping ran, and tardy with his wound. Which Crantor's body sunder'd at the waist;

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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.
Thy 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 his 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: And strove his wandering spirits to recall : Both hands, to wrench it out, the monster join'd; And, while her hand the streaming blood oppos'd, And wrench'd it out; but left the steel behind. Join'd face to face, his iips with hers she clos'd, Stuck in his lungs it stood: enrag'd he rears Stifled with kisses, a sweet death he dies; His hoofs, and down to ground thy father bears. She fills the fields with undistinguish'd cries : Thus trampled under foot, his shield defends At least her words were in her ciamour 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, monster, 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.

beast. 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, o 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; $Q swiftly mov'd his On Amphix, or what deaths he dealt that day: feet.

What honour, with a pointless lance, he wan, 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, 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 Cæneus, with his conquering hand, Nor less her blandishments, than beauty, move; Had slaughter'd five, the boldest of their band : At once both loying, 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 bost They lov'd: their sylvan pleasures were the same: | Might hear him, while he made this empty boast..

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

To most; but otherwise our Mopsus deein'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 pite, and cleave 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 bebeld 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 raitling sound,

" While thus the boaster exercis'd his pride, All hail,' he cry', '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 :
The 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 sbar'd the glories of the day. *Since downright blows,' he cry'd, and thrusts are “ Old Chronicle,” he said, “ among the rest, rain,

You might have nam'd Alcides at the least : I'll 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 repell’d: 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, Untouch'd his 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 I have 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, 1 (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; I 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 : I “ To pass the rest, twelve, wanting one, be
Repuls'd they from his fated body flew.

slew; Amaz'd they stood; till Monychus began, My brethren, who their birth from Neleus drew. * O shame! a nation conquer'd by a man! All youths of early promise, had they liv'd; A woman-man; 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, reWe 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'd to see And cuff’d his manly cheeks, and tore his face; Where southern storms had rooted up a tree; | Then, saf. 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, Th' 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 Pressd with the burthen, Caneus 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 he heaves, and, struggling with despair, Hung drooping down; nor pois'd his other sirie. Sbakrs all aside, and gains a gulp of air:

He fell: the shaft, that slightly was impressid, 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?

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

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

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 oppress'd, Left both to be determind by the laws; They rise from table, and withdraw to rest,

Aud to the Grecian chiefs transferr'd the cause. The sire of Cygnus, monarch of the main, Mean time, lainents 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 OF AJAX AND ULYSSES. (Achilles was not ripe for fate before): Then when he saw the promis'd hour was near,

FROM THE THIRTEENTH BOOK OF 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 rollid 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 feet 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. 0, 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 allowd) 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 fight. 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 fill'd, 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.

Now let a hero's arms a coward vest,

| Let him return to that opprobrious field; And he, who shunn'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 his 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 fulfil) Fear seiz'd alike the feeble and the strong: The 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, fleshed with slaughter, and with conquest Alcides' arrows, pent in narrow bounds,

crowu'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 feet with fame : The coward bore the man immortal spite,

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

Or was my breast expos'd alone, to brave Accus'd him 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 you yield, Himself had hidden in his tent before :

For a sav'd feet, 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 : Will he compare my courage with his flight? Ev'n 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 his 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. Thus 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.
I 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 bis foes?
He called him back aloud, and tax'd his fear; The glittering helm by moonlight will proclaim
And sure 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 roard 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 himn 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 forfejt life: Nor the least dint has suffer'd in the field,

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