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The argument by Mercury, the wooer's souls are ushered to
the infernal pools Ulysses, with Laertes met. The people are
an uproar set against them for the wooer's ends, whom
Pallas stays and renders friends. Another argument Omega, the uproars fire,
the people's fall. The grand sire sire and son to
all Silenian Hermes, with his golden rod. The wooer's souls,
that yet retained abode amidst their bodies, called in dreadful
route forth the infernals, who came murmuring out, and as
amidst the desolate retreat of some vast cavern made the
sacred seat of austere spirits. Bats with breasts and wings
clasped fast the walls and each to other clings, but
swept off from their coverts up they rise and fly
with murmurs in a mazeful guise about the cavern. So
these grumbling rows and flock together. Down before them goes
none hurting mercury to Hell's broadways, and straight to those
straits where the ocean stays his lofty current In calm
deeps they flew. Then to the snowy rock They next withdrew,
and to the close of Phoebus's orient gates the nation
then of dreams, and then the states of those souls
idols that the weary dead gave up in earth, which,
in a flowery mead had habitable situation. And there they
saw the soul of Thetesus, son of good Patrocolus, brave Antelicus,
and Ajax, the supremely strenuous of all the Greek's hosts.
Next Pelion, all which assembled about Maya's son, and to them,
then after came the mournful ghost of Agamemnon, with all
those he lost in false Egistus's court. Achilles, then beholding
there the mighty king of men deplored his plight, and
said o Atrius's son of all heroes, all opinion gave
thee for Joves, most loved since most command of all
the Greeks. He gave thy eminent hand at siege of Ilion,
where we suffered so and is the issue this that
first in woe stern Fate did therefore set thy sequel down.
None born past others fates can pass his own. I
wish to Heaven that, in the height of all our
pomp at ileon, fate had signed thy fall, that all
the Greeks might have advanced to thee a famous sepulcher
and fame might see thy son given honor in thy
honored end. But now a wretched death did fate extend
to thy confusion and thy issue's shame? O Thettus's son
said he the vital flame extinct at Ilion, far from
the argive fields. The style of blessed to thy virtue
yields about thy fall. The best of Greece and Troy
were sacrificed to slaughter. Thy just joy, conceived in battle
with some worth forgot in such a death as Great
Apollo shot at thy encounters. Thy brave person lay hid
in a dusty whirlwind that made way with human breaths.
Spent in thy ruined state, Thou great were greatly valued
in thy fate. All day we fought about THEE, nor
at all had seized our conflict, had not jove let
fall a storm that forced off our unwilling feet. But
having brought THEE from the fight to fleet, thy glorious
person bathed and balmed. We lay aloft a bed, and
round about THEE paid the Greeks warm tears to thy
deplored decease, quite daunted, cutting all their curls increase thy
death grave of divine voice through the seas that started
up thy mother from the waves, and all the marine
godheads left their caves, consorting to our fleet her wrapt repair.
The Greeks stood frighted to see sea and air and
earth combine. So in thy loss's sense had taken ship
and fled forever. Thence if Old, much knowing Nestor had
not stayed their rushing off his counsels, having swayed in
all times former with such cause their courses, who bade
contain themselves and trust their forces, For all they saw
was Thetis come from sea with others of the watery progeny,
to see and mourn for her deceased son, which stayed
the fears that all to flight had won. Round about
thee stood the old sea god seeds, wretchedly mourning their
are mortal weeds, spreading upon thee. All the sacred nine
of deathless muses paid thee dues divine by varied turns,
their heavenly voices, venting all in deep passion for thy death, consenting,
and then of all our army, not an eye you
could have seen undrowned in misery the moving muse so
ruled in every mind full seventeen days and nights our
tears confined to celebration of thy mornidende, both men and
gods did in thy moan contend. The eighteenth day we
spent about thy heap of dying fire, black oxen, fat
as sheep, we slew past number, Then the precious spoil
thy course we took up, which with floods of oil
and pleasant honey we embalmed, and then wrap thee in
those robes that the gods did rain, in which we
gave THEE to the hallowed flame, to which a number
of heroical name as pressed to sacrifice their vital right
to thy dead ruins. While so bright they burned both
foot and horse break in and fought and mourned in
infinite tumult. But when all the night the rich flame lasted,
and that wasted quite thy body was with the enamored fire.
We came in early morn, and an entire collection made
of every ivory bone, which washed in wine and given
fit unction. A two eared bowl of gold thy mother
gave by Bacchus given her and did form receive from
Bolcan's famous hand, which O renowned, Great Fetis's son. With
thy fair bones we crowned, mixed with the bones of
Menethiodes and brave Antelicus, who, in decease of thy Petrocolus,
was thy favor's deer about thee. Then a matchless sepulcher,
the sacred host of the Achaeans, raised the hellaspont, where
most it seized for height and conspicuity the eyes of
living men and their posterities. Thy mother then obtained the
Greek's consent to institute an honored game that spent the
best approvement of our Grecian fames, in whose praise I
must say that many games about hero sepulchers mine eyes
have seen performed, but these bore off the prize with
miracles to me from all before in which thy silver
footed mother bore the institution's name. But thy deserts, being
great with heaven, caused all the eminent parts. And thus
through all the worst effects of fate, Achilles, fame, even
death shall propagate, while anyone shall lend the light and eye,
divine eosities shall never die. But wherein can these comforts
be conceived as rites to me? When having quite achieved
an end with safety and with conquest to view of
so unmatched a war, what none could do of all
our enemies. There at home a friend and wife have
given me in glorious end. While these thus spake the
argus killing spy brought near Ulysses noble victory to their
renewed discourse. In all the ends the wars suffered, and
showed those his friends whom now amaze invaded with the
view and made give back. Yet Agamemnon knew Melanthius's heir
much famed, and Femidon, who had in Ithaca a guest
favor shown to great Atrides, who first spake and said,
and Femidon, what sufferance hath been laid on your alive parts,
that hath made you make this land of darkness, the
retreat you take so altogether, all being like in years,
Nor would a man have choosed of all the peers
of city honors men to make a part more strong
for any object. Hath your smart been felt from Neptune
being at sea, his wrath, the winds and waves exciting
to your scathe. Or have offensive men imposed this fate
your oxen driving, or your flock's estate, or for your
city fighting, and your wives have deaths untimely seized your
best timed lives. Inform me truly, I was once your guest,
when I and Menelaus had professed first arms for Ilion,
and were come ashore on Ithaca with purpose to implore
Ulysses aide that city racing man in wreek of the
adulterous Phrygian, retain not you the time a whole month's
date we spent at sea in hopes to instigate in
our arrival oldly aerte son, whom hardly yet to our
design we won, the soul made answer worthiest king of men.
I well remember every passage then you now reduced to thought,
and will relate the truth in whole form of our
timeless fate. We wooed the wife of that long absent king, who,
though her second marriage were a thing of most hate
to her, she would yet deny at no part our affections,
nor comply with any in performance, but decreed in her
delays the cruel fates we feed her craft. Was this
she undertook to weave a funeral garment, destined to receive
the course of old larities, being a task of infinite labor,
and which time would ask, in midst of whose attempt
she caused our stay with this attraction, youths that come
in way of honored nuptials to me, though my lord
abide amongst the dead, yet cease to board my choice
for present nuptials, and sustain lest what is past me
of this web be vane till all receive perfection. Tis
a weed disposed to wrap in at his funeral need
the old Larities, who possessing much, would, in his want
of rights as fitting touch my honor highly with each
vulgar dame the spagshee and persuaded and her frame. All
day she labored her day's work, not small, but every
night time she unwrought at all three years continuing this
imperfect task. But when the fourth year came, her slights
could mask in no more covert, since her trust had
made her whole deceit to our true note betrayed, with which, surprised,
she could no more protract her work's perfection, but gave
end exact to what remained, washed up, and set thereon
a gloss so bright that like the sun and moon,
the whole work showed together. And when now of mere
necessity her honored vow she must make good to us.
Ill fortune brought to Ulysses home, who yet gave none
one thought of his arrival, But far off at field
lived with his herdsman, nor his trust would yield note
of his person, but lived there as guests, ragged as
a beggar in that life profess'd. At length, Telemachus left
Pylos's sand, and with a ship fetched soon his native land.
When yet not homie went, but laid his way up
to his herdsman, where his father lay, and where both
laid our deaths. To town. Then bore the swineherd and
his king the Swain before Telemachus, in other ways bestowed
his course home, first to associate us that wood the
swain the king led after, who came on ragged and wretched,
and still leaned upon a borrowed staff. At length he
reached his home, where on the sudden and so wretched
come nor we, nor much our elders once did dream
of his return there, but did wrongs extreme of words,
and blows to him, all which he bore with that
old patience he had learned before. But when the mind
of Jove had raised his own his son, and he
fetched all their armor down, fast locked the doors, and
to prepare their use, he willed his wife for first
mean to produce his bow to us to draw, of
which no one could stir the string himself. Yet set
upon the deadly strength it held, drew all with ease,
shot through the steels, and then began to seize our
armless bosoms, striking first the breast of King Antinous, and
then the rest in heaps. Turned over, hopeful of his end,
because some god he knew stood firm his friend, nor
prov'd it worse with him. But all in flood. The
pavement straight blushed with our vital blood. And thus our
souls came here, our bodies laid neglected in his roofs
no word conveyed to any friend to take us home,
and give our wounds fit balming, nor let such as
live and tomb our deaths, and for our fortunes, shed
those tears and death rights that renown the dead. A
trite's ghost gave answer, Oh, blessed son of old Laertes,
thou at length hast one with mighty virtue, thy unmatched wife,
How good a knowledge, how untouched a life hath wise Penelope,
how well she laid her husband's rights up, whom she
lov'd a maid for which her virtues shall extend applause
beyond the circle's frail mortality draws the deathless in this
veil of death, comprising her praise in numbers into infinite's rising.
The daughter tin Darius Begat begot no such chaste thoughts,
but cut the virgin nought that knit her spouse and
her with murderous swords, for which posterities shall put hateful
words to notes of her, that all her sext defam'd,
and for her ill shall even the good be blam'd.
To this effect, these these digressions made in hell Earth's dark,
and ever hiding shade, Ulysses and his son past the
town soon reached the field elaborately grown by Old Laert's labor.
When with cares for his lost son, he left all
court affairs and took to this rude upland, which with
toil he made a sweet and habitable soil, where stood
a house to him, about which ran in turnings thick
and labyrinthian poor hovels, where his necessary men that did
those works of pleasure to him, then might sit and
eat and sleep in his own house. An old Sicilian
dame lived studious to serve his sour age with her
cheerful pains. Then said, Ulysses to his son and swains,
go you to town, and for your dinner kill the
best swine ye can choose. Myself will still stay with
my father, and to say his eye if my acknowledged
truth it can descry, or that my long time's travel
doth so change my sight to him, that I appear
as strange. Thus gave he arms to them, and home
they hide, Ulysses to the fruitful field applied his present place,
Nor found he Dolius there, his sons, or any servant
anywhere in all that spacious ground. All gone from thence
were dragging bushes to a pair of fence. Old Dolius
leading all, Ulysses found his father far above in that
fair ground, employed in pointing of a plant, his weeds
all torn and tattered, fit for homely deeds, but not
for him. Upon his legs he wore patched boots to
guard him from the bramble's gore. His hands had thorn
proof hedging mittens. On his head, a goat skin cask,
through all which shone his heart given over to abjectist
moan him. When Ulysses saw, consumed with age and all
the ensigns on him, that the rage of grief presented,
he brake out in tears, and taking stand then, where
tree of pears shot high his forehead over him. His
mind had much contention, if to yield to kind, make
straightway to his father, kiss, embrace, tell his return, and
put on all the face and fashion of his instant,
Told return, or stay the impulsion and the long day
burn of his quite lost given in his father's fear,
a little longer, trying first his cheer with some free dalliance,
the earnest being so near, this course his choice preferred,
and forth he went his father. Then, his aged shoulders
bent beneath what years had stooped about a tree busily digging,
Oh old man, said he. You want no skill to
dress and deck your ground. For all your plants doth
ordered distance bound. No apple, pear or olive figure, vine,
nor any plat or quarter you can find to grass
or flower stands empty of your care, which shows exact
in each peculiar and yet which let not move you.
You bestow no care upon yourself though to this show
of outward irksomeness to what you are, your labor with
an inward froward care, which is your age that should
wear all without more neat and cherishing. I make no
doubt that any sloth you use procures your Lord to
let an old man go so much abhorred in all
his weeds, nor shines there in your look a fashion
and a goodliness. So took with abject qualities to merit
this nasty entreaty. Your resemblance is a very king's and
shines through this retreat you look like one that, having
washed and eat, should sleep securely, lying, sweet and neat.
It is the ground of age when cares abuse it
to no life's end, and as tis sweet. So use it,
but utter truth and tell what lord is he that
rates your labor and your liberty. Whose orchard is it
that you have husband? Thus? Or quit me this doubt,
For if Ithacus this kingdom claims for his the man
I found at first arrival here is hardly sound of
brain or civil not enduring stay to tell nor hear
me my inquiry. Out of that my friend, if still
he bore about his life in being, or were dived
to death, and in the house of him that harboreth
the souls of men, for once he liv'd my guest,
my land and house, retaining interest in his abode there
where there sojourned none as guest from any foreign region
of more price with me. He deriv'd his race from Ithaca,
and said his father was Laertes, surnamed Arceesiodes. I had
him home, and all the offices perform'd to him that
fitted any friend whose proof I did. To wealthy gifts
extend seven talents gold, a bowl all silver, set with
pots of flowers, twelve robes that had no pleat, twelve
cloaks or mantles of delicious dye, twelve inner weeds, twelve
suits of tapestry. I gave him likewise women skilled in
use of loom and needle, freeing him to choose for
the most fair. His father, weeping, said, stranger, The earth
to which you are conveyed is ithaca by such rude men, possessed,
unjust and insolent, as first addressed to your encounter. But
the gifts you gave were given alas to the ungrateful grave,
If with his people, when you now arrive, your fate
had been to find your friend alive, you should have found,
like guest writes from his hand, like gifts and kind
pasted your wished land. But how long since received you
for your guest, your friend, my son, who was the
unhappiest of all men breathing, if he were at all
oh born, when fates and ill aspects let fall a
cruel influence for him, him far away from friends and country,
destined to allay the sea bred appetites, or left ashore
to be by fowls and upland monsters, tor his life's
kind authors, nor his wealthy wife, bemoaning as behooved his
parted life, nor closing as in Honor's course, it lies
to all men dead embed his dying eyes. But give
me knowledge of your name and race, What city bred
you where the anchoring place your ship now rides at
lies that shored you here, and where your men, or
if a passenger and other keels you came, who giving
land to your adventures here some other strand to fetch
in further course, have left to us your welcome presence.
His reply was, thus, I am of a lebandi, where
I hold my name's chief house, to much renown, extolled
my father Affidantes, famed to spring from Paula Piemen, the
Molossian king, my name Appiratus. My taking land on this
fair isle was ruled by the command of God or fortune,
quite against consent of my free purpose, that in course
was bent for the vile Sicania. My ship is held
far from the city, near an ample field, and for ulysses.
Since his pass from me tis now five years unblessed
by destiny, that all this time hath had the fate
to air. Though at his parting good birds did augur
his putting off, and on his right hand flew which
to his passage. My affection drew his spirit joyful, and
my hope was now to guest with him and see
his hand bestow rites of our friendship. This a cloud
of grief, cast over all the forces of his life
with both his hands. The burning dust he swept up
from the earth, which on his head he heaped and
fetched a sigh, as in it life were broke, which
reeved his son, and gave so smart a stroke upon
his nostrils with the inward stripe, that up the vein
rose there, and weeping ripe he was to see his
sire feel such woe for his dissembled joy, which now
let go. He sprung from earth, embraced and kissed his sire,
and said, oh, father, he of whom ye inquire, am
I myself that from you twenty years is now returned.
But do not break in tears, for now we must
not forms of kind maintain, but haste and guard the
substance I have slain all my wife's woors, so revenging
now their wrong, so long time suffered. Take not you
the comfort of my coming then to heart at this
glad instant but improved dessert of your grave judgment, Give
moan glad suspense, and on the sudden put this consequence
in act as absolute as all time went to ripening
of your resolute ascent. All this haste made not his
staid faith so free to trust his words, who said,
if you are he approve it by some sign this
scar then see replied Ulysses given me by the bore
slain in Parnassus, I being sent before, by yours and
by my honored mother's will, to see your sire Atolicus
fulfill the gifts he vowed at giving of my name.
I tell you too the trees and goodly frame of
this fair orchard that I asked of you, being yet
a child, and followed for your show and name of
every tree you gave me, then of fig trees, forty
apple bear's, ten pear trees, thirteen and fifty ranks of vine,
each one of which a season did confine for his
best eating. Not a grape did grow that grew not there,
and had his heavy brow. When Jove's fair daughters the
all ripening hours gave time date to it. This charged
the powers both of his knees in heart with such
impression of sudden comfort that it gave possession of all
to trance. The signs were all so true, and did
the love that gave them so renewed. He cast his
arms about his son and sunk the circle slipping to
his feet, so shrunk were all his age's forces. With
the fire of his young love rekindled the old sire.
The sun took up, quite lifeless, but his breath again respiring,
and his soul from death, his body's power recovering out.
He cried and said, Oh Jupiter, I now have tried
that still there live in heaven, remembering gods of men
that serve them. Though the periods they set on their
appearances are long in best men's sufferings. Yet as sure
as strong they are in comforts, be their strange delays extended,
never so from days to days. Yet see the short
joys or the soon mixed fears of helps withheld by
them so many years. For if the wooers now have
paid the pain due to their impious pleasures, now again
extreme fear takes me lest we straight shall see the
Ithachensians here in mutiny, their messengers dispatched to win to
friend the Cephalian cities. Do not spend your thoughts on
these cares, said his suffering son, But be of comfort
and see that course run that best may shun the worst.
Our house is near Telemachus and both his herdsmen there
to dress our supper with their utmost haste, and thither
haste we this said. Forth they passed, came home and
found Telemachus at feast with both his swains, while who
had done all dressed with baths and balms, and royally arrayed.
The old king was by a Sicilian maid, by whose
side Pallas stood, his crooked age, straightening, his flesh more plumping,
and his looks enlightening. Who, issuing then to view his son,
admired the god's aspects into his form, inspired and said, O, Father,
certainly some God, by your addression in this state hath
stood more great more Reverend, rendering you by far at
all your parts than of yourself you are. I would
to Jove, said he the son and she that bears
Jove's shield. The state had stood with me, that helped
me take in the well builded towers of strong Neurchus,
the Cephalian powers to that fair city. Leading two days passed,
while with the wars thy conflict did last, and I
had then been in the war's reek, I should have
helped thee so to render weak their stubborn knees, that
in thy joy's dessert, thy breast had been too little
for thy heart, this said, and supper ordered by their men,
they sat to it. Old Dolius entering then, and with
him tried with labor. His sons came called by their mother,
the Sicilian dame, that brought them up and dressed their
father's fair as whose age grew with it increased her
care to see him served as fitted. When thus set
these men beheld ulysses. There at meat, they knew him,
and astonished in the place stood at his presence, who
with words of grace, called to Old Dolius, saying, come
and eat, and banish all astonishment. Your meat hath long
been ready, and ourselves made stay, expecting ever when your
wished way would reach amongst us. This brought fiercely on
Old Dolius from his stand, who ran upon with both
his arms abroad the king, and kissed of both his
wrapped up hands the either wrist, thus welcoming his presence. Oh,
my love, your presence here for which all wishes strove
no one expected. Even the gods have gone and guide
before you to your mansion. Welcome and all joys to
your heart. Contend nose yet, Penelope, or shall we send
some one to tell her this she knows, said he,
what need these troubles? Father touch at thee. Then came
the sons of Dolius, and again went over with their
father's entertain welcomed, shook hands, and then to feast, sat
down about which while they sat about the town, fame
flew and shrieked about the cruel death and fate the
wars had sustained beneath Ulysses ruffs all heard together all
from hands, and thence met in Ulysses Hall, short breathed
and noiseful, bore out all the dead to instant burial,
while their deaths were spread to other neighbor's cities where
they lived from whence In's swiftest fisher boats arrived men
to transfer them home. In mean space. Here the heavy nobles,
all in council were where met in much heap up
to all arows. Extremely grieved Euptheus so to lose his
son Antinomus, who first of all, by great Ulysses hand
had Slaughtraus fall, whose father, weeping for him, said, O friends.
This man hath authored works of dismal ends, long since,
conveying in his Guide to Troy, good men and many
that did ships employ all which are lost, and all
the soldiers dead, and now the best men Cephalinia bread
his hand hath slaughtered. Go we then, before his escape
to Pylos or the alien shore where rule the Epians,
gainst his horrid hand, for we shall grieve, and infamy
will brand our fames forever if we see our sons
and brothers end in these confusions revenge left uninflicted. Nor
will I enjoy one day's life more, but grieve and
die with instant onset. Nor should you survive to keep
a base and beastly name alive. Haste then, lest flight
prevent us. This with tears, his griefs advised and made
all sufferers in his affliction. But by this was come
up to the Council from Ulysses home, when sleep had
left them, which their slaughters there and their self dangers
from their eyes in fear, had two nights intercepted those
two men that just Ulysses saved out of the slain,
which Medon and the Sacred Singer. Were these stood amidst
the council and the fear. The slaughter had impressed in
either's look, struck still so ghastly that amaze it struck
through every there beholder, to whose ears one thus enforced
in his fright cause of theirs attend me Ithacensians. This
stern fact done by Ulysses was not put in act
without the God's assistance. These self eyes saw one of
the immortal deities close by ulysses Mentor's form put on
at every part, and this sure deity shone now near Ulysses,
setting on his bold and slaughterus spirit. Now the points
controlled of all the war's weapons round about the armed house,
whisking in continual route their party pudding, till in heaps
they fell. This news new fears did through their spirits
impel one Hallithairsees honored Master's son, who of them all
sought only what was done, a present and future. The
much knowing man and aged hero, this plain course ran
amongst their counsels. Give me likewise ear, and let me
tell ye friends that these ills bear on your malignant
spleens their sad effects. Who not what I persuaded gave respects,
nor what the people's pastor Mentor said that you should
see your issues folly stayed in those foul courses. By
their petulant life. The goods, devouring, scandaling the wife of
no mean person, who they still would say, could never
more see his returning day, which yet appearing. Now, now
give it trust and yield to my free counsels. Do
not thrust your own safe persons on axe, your sons
so dearly bought, lest their confusions on your loved heads,
your like addictions. Draw this stood so far from force
of any law to curb their loose attempts. That much
the more they rushed to reek and made rude tumult roar.
The greater part of all the court arose good counsel
could not ill designs dispose. Eupitheus was persuader of the course,
which complete armed they put in present force. The rest
sat still in council. These men met before the broad
town in a place they set all girt in arms. Eupitheus,
choosing chief to all their follies, who put grief to grief,
and in his slaughtered son's revenge, did burn. But fate
gave never feet to his return, ordaining there his life death.
Then Pallas spake to Jove her father, with intent to
make his will high arbiter of the act designed, and
asked of him what his unsearched mind held undiscovered, if
with arms and ill and grave encounter, he would first
fulfill his sacred purpose, or both parts combine in peaceful friendship.
He asked, why incline these doubts, thy counsels, hast not
thou decreed that Ithacus should come and give his deed
the glory of revenge on these and theirs perform thy will?
The frame of these affairs have this fit issue. When
Ulysses hand hath reached full reek, his then renowned command
shall reign forever, faithful truces struck TwixT him and all
for every man shall brook his sons and brothers slaughters
by our mien, to send oblivion in expunging clean the
characters of enmity in them all, as in best leagues
before peace, festival and riches in abundance, be the state
that crowns the clothes of wise ulysses fate. This spurred
the free, who from Heaven's continent to the Etocensian isle
made straight descent where dinner passed. Ulysses said, some one
look out to see their nearness. Dolius's son made present
speed abroad, and saw them nigh ran back and told
bade arm, and instantly were all in arms. Ulysses' part
was four and six more sons of Dolius, all his power,
two only more which were his aged sire and light
eared Dolius, whose lives slaked fire, all white had left
their heads. Yet, driven by need, made soldiers both of
necessary deed, and now all girt in arms. The ports
set wide, they sallied forth, Ulysses being their guide, and
to them in the instant Pallace came in form and
voice like mental who aflame inspired of comfort in ulysses heart,
with her seen presence to his son apart. He thus
then spake, now, son, your eyes shall see exposed in
slaughtrus fight the enemy, against whom who shall best served
will be seen disgrace. Not then your race, that yet
hath been for force and fortitude, the foremost tried of
all earth's offsprings. His true son replied, yourself shall see,
loved father, if you please, that my deservings shall ennos
digress from best fame of our race's foremost merit. The
old king sprung for joy to hear his spirit, and said, O, love, immortals,
what a day do your clear bounties to my life
display I joy past measure to behold my son and
nephew close in such contention of Virtue's martial. Pallas standing near,
said O, my friend of all supremely dear seed of Arcesius,
pray to Jove and her that rules in arms his daughter,
and a dart, sprightfully brandished, hurled at the adverse part.
This said, he prayed, and she a mighty force inspired
within him, who gave instant course to his brave, brandish glance,
which struck the brass that cheeked Eupytheus's cask, and thrust
his pass quite through his head, who fell and sounded,
falling his arms. The sound again from Earth recalling Ulysses
and his son rushed on before, and with their both
weight headed darts, did gore their enemy's breasts, so thick
that all had gone the way of slaughter, had not.
Pallas thrown her voice betwixt them, charging all to stay
and spare expense of blood. Her voice did fray the
blood so from their faces that it left a greenish
paleness all their hands at rest of all their weapons,
falling thence to Earth and to the common mother of
their birth, the city all fled in desire to save
the lives, yet left them. Then Ulysses gave a horrid shout,
and like Jove's eagle, flew in fiery pursuit till sat Turnius,
through his smoking lightning TwixT them that had fall before Minerva,
who then out did call thus to Ulysses, born of Jove,
abstained from further bloodshed, Jove's hand in the slain hath
equaled in their pains, their prides to thee abstained. Then,
lest you move the deity again, men TwixT both parts
the seat of Jove Athenian Palace of all future love.
A league composed and for her form took choice of
mentor's likeness, both in lemon voice. End of the twenty
fourth book. End of the Odyssees of Homer, translated by
George Chapman circa. Fifteen fifty nine to sixteen thirty four
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