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For thou shalt not persuade me. If indeed This message had been brought by mortal man, Prophet, or seer, or sacrificing priest, I should have deemād it false, and laughād to scorn The idle tale; but now (for I myself
Both saw and heard the Goddess) I must go; Nor unfulfillād shall be the words I speak: And if indeed it be my fate to die
Beside the vessels of the brass-clad Greeks, I am content! by fierce Achillesā hand Let me be slain, so once more in my arms I hold my boy, and give my sorrow vent.ā
Then raising up the cofferās polishād lid, He chose twelve gorgeous shawls, twelve single cloaks.
As many rugs, as many splendid robes,
As many tunics; then of gold he took
Ten talents full; two tripods, burnishād bright, Four caldrons; then a cup of beauty rare, A rich possession, which the men of Thrace Had givān, when there he went ambassador; Eāen this he sparād not, such his keen desire His son to ransom. From the corridor
With angry words he drove the Trojans all: āOut with ye, worthless rascals, vagabonds!
Have ye no griefs at home, that here ye come To pester me? or is it not enough
That Jove with deep affliction visits me, Slaying my bravest son? ye to your cost Shall know his loss: since now that he is gone, The Greeks shall find you easier far to slay.
But may my eyes be closād in death, ere see The city sackād, and utterly destroyād.ā
He said, and with his staff drove out the crowd; Before the old manās anger fled they all; Then to his sons in threatāning tone he cried; To Paris, Helenus, and Agathon,
Pammon, Antiphonus, Polites brave,
Deiphobus, and bold Hippothous,
And godlike Dius; all these nine with threats And angry taunts the aged sire assailād: āHaste, worthless sons, my scandal and my shame!
Would that ye all beside the Grecian ships In Hectorās stead had died! Oh woe is me, Who have begotten sons, in all the land The best and bravest; now remains not one; Mestor, and Troilus, dauntless charioteer, And Hector, who a God āmid men appearād, Nor like a mortalās offspring, but a Godās: All these hath Mars cut off; and left me none, None but the vile and refuse; liars all, Vain skipping coxcombs, in the dance alone, And in nought else renownād; base plunderers, From their own countrymen, of lambs and kids.
When, laggards, will ye harness me the car Equippād with all things needed for the way?ā
He said; they quailād beneath their fatherās wrath, And brought the smoothly-running mule-wain out, Well-framād, new-built; and fixād the wicker seat; Then from the peg the mule-yoke down they took, Of boxwood wrought, with boss and rings complete; And with the yoke, the yokeband brought they forth, Nine cubits long; and to the polishād pole At the far end attachād; the breast-rings then Fixād to the pole-piece: and on either side Thrice round the knob the leathern thong they wound.
And bound it fast, and inward turnād the tongue.
Then the rich ransom, from the chambers brought, Of Hectorās head, upon the wain they pilād; And yokād the strong-hoofād mules, to harness trainād, The Mysiansā splendid present to the King: To Priamās car they harnessād then the steeds, Which he himself at polishād manger fed.
Deep thoughts revolving, in the lofty halls Were met the herald and the aged King, When Hecuba with troubled mind drew near; In her right hand a golden cup she bore Of luscious wine, that ere they took their way They to the Gods might due libations pour; Before the car she stood, and thus she spoke: āTake, and to father Jove thine offāring pour, And pray that he may bring thee safely home From all thy foes; since sore against my will Thou needs wilt venture to the ships of Greece.
Then to Idaean Jove, the cloud-girt son Of Saturn, who thā expanse of Troy surveys, Prefer thy prayār, beseeching him to send, On thy right hand, a winged messenger, The bird he loves the best, of strongest flight; That thou thyself mayst see and know the sign, And, firm in faith, approach the ships of Greece.
But should all-seeing Jove the sign withhold, Then not with my consent shouldst thou attempt, Whateāer thy wish, to reach the Grecian ships.ā
To whom, in answer, godlike Priam thus: āO woman, I refuse not to obey
Thy counsel; good it is to raise the hands In prayār to Heavān, and Joveās protection seek.ā
The old man said; and bade thā attendant pour Pure water on his hands; with ewer she, And basin, stood beside him: from his wife, The due ablutions made, he took the cup; Then in the centre of the court he stood, And as he pourād the wine, lookād up to Heavān, And thus with voice uplifted prayād aloud: āO father Jove, who rulāst on Idaās height, Most great, most glorious! grant that I may find Some pity in Achillesā heart; and send, On my right hand, a winged messenger,
The bird thou lovāst the best, of strongest flight, That I myself may see and know the sign, And, firm in faith, approach the ships of Greece.ā
Thus as he prayād, the Lord of counsel heard; And sent forthwith an eagle, featherād king, Dark bird of chase, and Dusky thence surnamād: Wide as the portals, well securād with bolts, That guard some wealthy monarchās lofty hall, On either side his ample pinions spread.
On the right hand appearād he, far above The city soaring; they the favāring sign With joy beheld, and evāry heart was cheerād.
Mounting his car in haste, the aged King Drove throā the court, and throā the echoing porch; The mules in front, by sage Idaeus drivān, That drew the four-wheelād wain; behind them came The horses, down the cityās steep descent Urgād by thā old man to speed; the crowd of friends That followād mournād for him, as doomād to death.
Descended from the city to the plain,
His sons and sons-in-law to Ilium took Their homeward way; advancing oāer the plain They two escapād not Joveās all-seeing eye; Pitying he saw the aged sire; and thus At once to Hermes spoke, his much-lovād son: āHermes, for thou in social converse lovāst To mix with men, and hearāst whomeāer thou wilt; Haste thee, and Priam to the Grecian ships So lead, that none of all the Greeks may see Ere at Achillesā presence he attain.ā
He said; nor disobeyād the heavānly Guide; His golden sandals on his feet he bound, Ambrosial work; which bore him oāer the waves, Swift as the wind, and oāer the wide-spread earth; Then took his rod, wherewith he seals at will The eyes of men, and wakes again from sleep.
This in his hand he bore, and sprang for flight.
Soon the wide Hellespont he reachād, and Troy, And passād in likeness of a princely youth, In opāning manhood, fairest term of life.
The twain had passād by Ilusā lofty tomb, And halted there the horses and the mules Beside the margin of the stream to drink; For darkness now was creeping oāer the earth: When through the gloom the herald Hermes saw Approaching near, to Priam thus he cried: āO son of Dardanus, bethink thee well; Of prudent counsel great is now our need.
A man I see, and fear he means us ill.
Say, with the horses shall we fly at once, Or clasp his knees, and for his mercy sue?ā
The old man heard, his mind confusād with dread; So grievously he fearād, that evāry hair Upon his bended limbs did stand on end; He stood astounded; but the Guardian-God Approachād, and took him by the hand, and said: āWhere, father, goest thou thus with horse and mule In the still night, when men are sunk in sleep?
And fearāst thou not the slaughter-breathing Greeks, Thine unrelenting foes, and they so near?
If any one of them should see thee now, So richly laden in the gloom of night, How wouldst thou feel? thou art not young thyself, And this old man, thy comrade, would avail But little to protect thee from assault.
I will not harm thee, nay will shield from harm, For like my fatherās is, methinks, thy face.ā
To whom in answer Priam, godlike sire: āāTis as thou sayāst, fair son; yet hath some God Extended oāer me his protecting hand,
Who sends me such a guide, so opportune.
Blessād are thy parents in a son so gracād In face and presence, and of mind so wise.ā
To whom in answer thus the Guardian-God: āO father, well and wisely dost thou speak; But tell me this, and truly: dost thou bear These wealthy treasures to some foreign land, That they for thee in safety may be storād?
Or have ye all resolvād to fly from Troy In fear, your bravest slain, thy gallant son, Who never from the Greeksā encounter flinchād?ā
To whom in answer Priam, godlike sire: āWho art thou, noble Sir, and what thy race, That speakāst thus fairly of my hapless son?ā
To whom in answer thus the Guardian-God: āTry me, old man; of godlike Hector ask; For often in the glory-giving fight
These eyes have seen him; chief, when to the ships The Greeks he drove, and with the sword destroyād.
We gazād in wonder; from the fight restrainād By Peleusā son, with Agamemnon wroth.
His follower I; one ship conveyād us both; One of the Myrmidons I am; my sire
Polyctor, rich, but aged, eāen as thou.
Six sons he hath, besides myself, the sevānth; And I by lot was drafted for the war.
I from the ships am to the plain come forth; For with the dawn of day the keen-eyād Greeks Will round the city marshal their array.
They chafe in idleness; the chiefs in vain Strive to restrain their ardour for the fight.ā
To whom in answer Priam, godlike sire: āIf of Achilles, Peleusā son, thou art Indeed a follower, tell me all the truth; Lies yet my son beside the Grecian ships, Or hath Achilles torn him limb from limb, And to his dogs the mangled carcase givān?ā
To whom in answer thus the Guardian-God: āOn him, old man, nor dogs nor birds have fed, But by the ship of Peleusā son he lies Within the tent; twelve days he there hath lain, Nor hath corruption touchād his flesh, nor worms, That wont to prey on men in battle slain.
The corpse, indeed, with each returning morn, Around his comradeās tomb Achilles drags, Yet leaves it still uninjurād; thou thyself Mightst see how fresh, as dew-besprent, he lies, From blood-stains cleansād, and closād his many wounds, For many a lance was buried in his corpse.
So, eāen in death, the blessed Gods above, Who lovād him well, protect thy noble son.ā
He said; thā old man rejoicing heard his words, And answerād, āSee, my son, how good it is To give thā immortal Gods their tribute due; For never did my son, while yet he livād, Neglect the Gods who on Olympus dwell; And thence have they rememberād him in death.
Accept, I pray, this goblet rich-embossād; Be thou my guard, and, under Heavān, my guide, Until I reach the tent of Peleusā son.ā
To whom in answer thus the Guardian-God: āOld father, me thy younger wouldst thou tempt, In vain; who biddāst me at thy hands accept Thy profferād presents, to Achillesā wrong.
I dread his anger; and should hold it shame To plunder him, through fear of future ill.
But, as thy guide, I could conduct thee safe, As far as Argos, journeying by thy side, On ship-board or on foot;
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