Part 29 (1/2)

Besides, full twenty nymphs of Trojan race With copious love shall crown thy warm embrace; Such as thyself shall chose; who yield to none, Or yield to Helen's heavenly charms alone

Yet hear os' fruitful shore, There shalt thou live his son, his honour share, And with Orestes' self divide his care

Yet hters in his court are bred, And each orthy of a royal bed: Laodice and Iphigenia fair, And bright Chrysotheolden hair: Her shalt thou hom most thy eyes approve; He asks no presents, no reward for love: Hiave a child before

Seven ample cities shall confess thy sway, The Enope and Pherae thee obey, Cardamyle with ample turrets crown'd, And sacred Pedasus, for vines renown'd: aepea fair, the pastures Hira yields, And rich Antheia with her flowery fields; The whole extent to Pylos' sandy plain, Along the verdantoxen toil; Bold are the n, with power and justice crown'd, And rule the tributary real, Such the repentance of a suppliant king

But if all this, relentless, thou disdain, If honour and if interest plead in vain, Yet souardian Gods, adored

If no regard thy suffering country clailory, and the voice of fame: For now that chief, whose unresisted ire Made nations tremble, and whole hosts retire, Proud Hector, now, the unequal fight demands, And only triumphs to deserve thy hands”

Then thus the Goddess-born: ”Ulysses, hear A faithful speech, that knows nor art nor fear; What in ue shall utter, and ood

Let Greece then know, my purpose I retain: Nor with new treaties vex , and another tell, My heart detests hiates of hell

”Then thus in short my fix'd resolves attend, Which nor Atrides nor his Greeks can bend; Long toils, long perils in their cause I bore, But now the unfruitful glories charht, a like ree claim, The wretch and hero find their prize the sanobly, or who bravely dies

Of all lorious pains, A life of labours, lo! what fruit re attends, Frouards thes the spacious air, And with the untasted food supplies her care: For thankless Greece such hardshi+ps have I braved, Her wives, her infants, by hts in heavy arms I stood, And sweat laborious days in dust and blood

I sack'd twelve a on the Trojan plain: Then at Atrides' haughty feet were laid The wealth I gathered, and the spoils I hty monarch these in peace possess'd; Some few my soldiers had, himself the rest

Some present, too, to every prince was paid; And every prince enjoys the gift he made: I only must refund, of all his train; See what pre-ereedy soul delights: My spouse alone hts: The woman, let him (as he may) enjoy; But what's the quarrel, then, of Greece to Troy?

What to these shores the asseeance but a woman's cause?

Are fair endowments and a beauteous face Beloved by none but those of Atreus' race?

The hom choice and passion doth approve, Sure every wise and worthy man will love

Nor did my fair one less distinction clai'd in my love, all proffers I disdain; Deceived for once, I trust not kings again

Ye have , Ulysses, may consult with you

What needs he the defence this arm can make?

Has he not walls no huuarded navy round With piles, with ramparts, and a trench profound?

And will not these (the wonders he has done) Repel the rage of Priale son?

There was a tiht) When Hector's prowess no such wonders wrought; He kept the verge of Troy, nor dared to wait Achilles' fury at the Scaean gate; He tried it once, and scarce was saved by fate

But now those ancient en Gods i vessels crown'd, And hear with oars the hellespont resound

The third day hence shall Pthia greet our sails,(208) If ales; Pthia to her Achilles shall restore The wealth he left for this detested shore: Thither the spoils of this long war shall pass, The ruddy gold, the steel, and shi+ning brass: My beauteous captives thither I'll convey, And all that rests of ave, And that resumed--the fair Lyrnessian slave

Then tell him: loud, that all the Greeks may hear, And learn to scorn the wretch they basely fear; (For arm'd in impudence, mankind he braves, And h shameless as he is, to face these eyes Is what he dares not: if he dares he dies;) Tell him, all terms, all commerce I decline, Nor share his council, nor his battle join; For once deceiv'd, was his; but tere mine, No--let the stupid prince, whom Jove deprives Of sense and justice, run where frenzy drives; His gifts are hateful: kings of such a kind Stand but as slaves before a noble h he proffer'd all himself possess'd, And all his rapine could froolden tides of wealth that crown The many-peopled Orchomenian town;(209) Not all proud Thebes' unrivall'd walls contain, The world's great eyptian plain (That spreads her conquests o'er a thousand states, And pours her heroes through a hundred gates, Two hundred horse to the wars);(210) Though bribes were heap'd on bribes, in nu the shore; Should all these offers for my friendshi+p call, 'Tis he that offers, and I scorn thehter never shall be led (An ill-h she charm'd the heart, And vied with Pallas in the works of art; Sorace, I hate alliance with a tyrant's race

If heaven restore me to my realms with life, The reverend Peleus shall elect s that sue to mix their blood with lide away, Content with just hereditary sway; There, deaf for ever to the ative of life

Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold

Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold, Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway, Can bribe the poor possession of a day!

Lost herds and treasures we by arain, And steeds unrivall'd on the dusty plain: But from our lips the vital spirit fled, Returns nosince by Thetis were disclosed, And each alternate, life or fame, proposed; Here, if I stay, before the Trojan town, Short is my date, but deathless my renown: If I return, I quit i-extended days

Convinced, though late, I find my fond mistake, And warn the Greeks the wiser choice to make; To quit these shores, their native seats enjoy, Nor hope the fall of heaven-defended Troy

Jove's arm display'd asserts her frolories rise

Go then to Greece, report our fix'd design; Bid all your counsels, all your armies join, Let all your forces, all your arts conspire, To save the shi+ps, the troops, the chiefs, froem has fail'd, and others will: Ye find, Achilles is unconquer'd still

Go then--digest ht let reverend Phoenix stay: His tedious toils and hoary hairs demand A peaceful death in Pthia's friendly land