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To whom the godlike Paris thus replied: āHector, I needs must own thy censure just, Nor without cause; thy dauntless courage knows Nor pause nor weariness; but as an axe, That in a strong manās hand, who fashions out Some naval timber, with unbated edge
Cleaves the firm wood, and aids the strikerās force; Evān so unwearied is thy warlike soul.
Yet blame not me for golden Venusā gifts: The gifts of Heavān are not to be despisād, Which Heavān may give, but man could not command.
But if thou wilt that I should dare the fight, Bid that the Trojans and the Grecians all Be seated on the ground; and in the midst The warlike Menelaus and myself
Stand front to front, for Helen and the spoils Of war to combat; and whoeāer shall prove The better man in conflict, let him bear The woman and the spoils in triumph home; While ye, the rest, in peace and friendship sworn, Shall still possess the fertile plains of Troy; And to their native Argos they return, For noble steeds and lovely women famād.ā
He said, and Hector joyād to hear his words: Forth in the midst he steppād, and with his spear Graspād by the middle, stayād the Trojan ranks.
At him the long-haired Grecians bent their bows, Prompt to assail with arrows and with stones; But loud the monarch Agamemnonās voice Was heard; āHold, Argives, hold! ye sons of Greece, Shoot not! for Hector of the glancing helm Hath, as it seems, some message to impart.ā
He said; they held their hands, and silent stood Expectant, till to both thus Hector spoke: āHear now, ye Trojans, and ye well-greavād Greeks, The words of Paris, cause of all this war.
He asks through me that all the host of Troy And Grecian warriors shall upon the ground Lay down their glittāring arms; while in the midst The warlike Menelaus and himself
Stand front to front, for Helen and the spoils Of war to combat; and whoeāer shall prove The better man in conflict, let him bear The woman and the spoils in triumph home, While we, the rest, firm peace and friendship swear.ā
Thus Hector spoke; the rest in silence heard; But Menelaus, bold in fight, replied:
āHear now my answer; in this quarrel I May claim the chiefest share; and now I hope Trojans and Greeks may see the final close Of all the labours ye so long have borne Tā avenge my wrong, at Parisā hand sustainād.
And of us two whicheāer is doomād to death, So let him die! the rest, depart in peace.
Bring then two lambs, one white, the other black, For Tellus and for Sol; we on our part Will bring another, for Saturnian Jove: And let the majesty of Priam too
Appear, himself to consecrate our oaths, (For reckless are his sons, and void of faith,) That none Joveās oath may dare to violate.
For young menās spirits are too quickly stirrād; But in the councils checkād by revārend age, Alike are weighād the future and the past, And for all intārests due provision made.ā
He said, and Greeks and Trojans gladly heard, In hopes of respite from the weary war.
They rangād the cars in ranks; and they themselves Descending doffād their arms, and laid them down Close each by each, with narrow space between.
Two heralds to the city Hector sent
To bring the lambs, and aged Priam call; While Agamemnon to the hollow ships,
Their lamb to bring, in haste Talthybius sent: He heard, and straight the monarchās voice obeyād.
Meantime to white-armād Helen Iris sped, The heavānly messenger: in form she seemād Her husbandās sister, whom Antenorās son, The valiant Helicaon had to wife,
Laodice, of Priamās daughters all
Loveliest of face: she in her chamber found Her whom she sought: a mighty web she wove, Of double woof and brilliant hues; whereon Was interwoven many a toilsome strife
Of Trojan warriors and of brass-clad Greeks, For her encounterād at the hand of Mars.
Beside her Iris stood, and thus she spoke: āCome, sister dear, and see the glorious deeds Of Trojan warriors and of brass-clad Greeks.
They who erewhile, impatient for the fight, Rollād oāer the plain the woful tide of war, Now silent sit, the storm of battle hushād, Reclining on their shields, their lances bright Beside them reared; while Paris in the midst And warlike Menelaus, stand preparād
With the long spear for thee to fight; thyself The prize of conquest and the victorās wife.ā
Thus as she spoke, in Helenās breast arose Fond recollection of her former Lord,
Her home, and parents; oāer her head she threw A snowy veil; and shedding tender tears She issuād forth, not unaccompanied;
For with her went fair AEthra, Pittheusā child, And stag-eyād Clymene, her maidens twain.
They quickly at the Scaean gate arrivād.
Attending there on aged Priam, sat,
The Elders of the city; Panthous,
And Lampus, and Thymaetes; Clytius,
Bold Icetaon, and Ucalegon,
With sage Antenor, wise in council both: All these were gatherād at the Scaean gate; By age exempt from war, but in discourse Abundant, as the cricket, that on high From topmost boughs of forest tree sends forth His delicate music; so on Iliumās towārs Sat the sage chiefs and councillors of Troy.
Helen they saw, as to the towār she came; And āātis no marvel,ā one to other said, āThe valiant Trojans and the well-greavād Greeks For beauty such as this should long endure The toils of war; for goddess-like she seems; And yet, despite her beauty, let her go, Nor bring on us and on our sons a curse.ā
Thus they; but aged Priam Helen callād: āCome here, my child, and sitting by my side, From whence thou canst discern thy former Lord, His kindred, and thy friends (not thee I blame, But to the Gods I owe this woful war), Tell me the name of yonder mighty chief Among the Greeks a warrior brave and strong: Others in height surpass him; but my eyes A form so noble never yet beheld,
Nor so august; he moves, a King indeed!ā
To whom in answer, Helen, heavānly fair: āWith revārence, dearest father, and with shame I look on thee: oh would that I had died That day when hither with thy son I came, And left my husband, friends, and darling child, And all the lovād companions of my youth: That I died not, with grief I pine away.
But to thy question; I will tell thee true; Yon chief is Agamemnon, Atreusā son,
Wide-reigning, mighty monarch, ruler good, And valiant warrior; in my husbandās name, Lost as I am, I callād him brother once.ā
She spoke: thā old man admiring gazād, and cried, āOh blessād Atrides, child of happy fate, Favourād of Heavān! how many noble Greeks Obey thy rule! In vine-clad Phrygia once I saw the hosts of Phrygian warriors wheel Their rapid steeds; and with them, all the bands Of Otreus, and of Mygdon, godlike King, Who lay encampād beside Sangariusā stream: I too with them was numberād, in the day When met them in the field the Amazons, The woman-warriors; but their forces all Reachād not the number of the keen-eyād Greeks.ā
Ulysses next the old man saw, and askād, āTell me again, dear child, who this may be, In stature less than Atreusā royal son, But broader-shoulderād, and of ampler chest.
His arms are laid upon the fertile plain, But he himself is moving through the ranks, Inspecting, like a full-fleecād ram, that moves Majestic through a flock of snow-white ewes.ā
To whom Joveās offspring, Helen, thus replied: āThe wise Ulysses that, Laertesā son:
Though bred in rugged Ithaca, yet versād In evāry stratagem, and deep device.ā
āO woman,ā then the sage Antenor said, āOf these thy words I can the truth avouch; For hither when on thine account to treat, Brave Menelaus and Ulysses came,
I lodgād them in my house, and lovād them both, And studied well the form and mind of each.
As they with Trojans mixād in social guise, When both were standing, oāer his comrade high With broad-set shoulders Menelaus stood; Seated, Ulysses was the nobler form:
Then, in the great Assembly, when to all Their public speech and argument they framād, In fluent language Menelaus spoke,
In words though few, yet clear; though young in years, No wordy babbler, wasteful of his speech: But when the skillād Ulysses rose to speak, With downcast visage would he stand, his eyes Bent on the ground; the staff he bore, nor back He wavād, nor forward, but like one untaught, He held it motionless; who only saw
Would say that he was mad, or void of sense; But when his chest its deep-tonād voice sent forth, With words that fell like flakes of wintry snow, No mortal with Ulysses could compare:
Then little reckād we of his outward show.ā
At sight of Ajax next thā old man enquirād; āWho is yon other warrior, brave and strong, Towāring oāer all with head and shoulders broad?ā
To whom, in answer, Helen, heavānly fair: āGigantic Ajax that, the prop of Greece; And by his side Idomeneus of Crete
Stands godlike, circled round by Cretan chiefs.
The warlike Menelaus welcomād him
Oft in our palace, when from Crete he came.
Now all the other keen-eyād Greeks I see, Whom once I knew, and now could call by name; But two I miss, two captains of the host, My own two brethren, and my motherās sons, Castor and Pollux; Castor, charioteer
Unrivalled, Pollux, matchless pugilist.
In Lacedaemon have they stayād behind?
Or can it be, in ocean-going ships
That they have come indeed, but shun to join The fight of warriors, fearful of the shame, And deep disgrace that on my name attend?ā
Thus she; but they beneath the teeming earth In Lacedaemon lay, their native land.
Meanwhile the heralds through the city bore The treaty offārings to the Gods; the lambs, And genial wine, the produce of the soil, In goat-skin flasks: therewith a flagon bright, And cups of gold, Idaeus brought, and stood Beside the aged King, as thus he spoke: āSon of Laomedon, arise! the chiefs
Of Trojan warriors and of brass-clad Greeks Call for thy presence on the battle-plain To swear a truce; where Paris in the midst And warlike Menelaus stand preparād
With the long spear for Helen and the spoils Of war to combat, that whoeāer may prove The better man in fight, may bear away The woman and the spoils in triumph home; While we, the rest, in peace and friendship sworn, Shall still possess the fertile plains of Troy; And to their native Argos they return.
For noble steeds and lovely women famād.ā
He said; the old man shuddered at his words: But to his comrades gave command forthwith.
To yoke his car; and they his word obeyād.
Priam, ascending, gatherād up the reins, And with Antenor by his side, the twain Drove through the Scaean gate their flying steeds.
But when between thā opposing ranks they came, Alighting from the car, they movād on foot Between the Trojan and the Grecian hosts.
Uprose then Agamemnon, King of men,
Uprose the sage Ulysses; to the front
The heralds brought the offārings to the Gods, And in the flagon mixād the wine, and pourād The hallowing water on the monarchsā hands.
His dagger then the son of Atreus drew, Suspended, as was wont, beside the hilt Of his great sword; and from the victimās head He cut the sacred lock, which to the chiefs Of Troy and Greece the heralds portionād out.
Then with uplifted hands he prayād aloud: āO Father Jove! who rulāst from Idaās height, Most great! most glorious! and thou
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