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'The spite of fortune too! her cruel hand 410 She then proceeds: Now let our compact made Snatch'd thee an infant from thy native land! Be nor by signal nor by word betray'd, Snatch'd from thy parents' arms, thy parents' Nor near me any of your crew descried, eyes,

By road frequented, or by fountain side. 480 To early wants ! a man of miseries!

Be silence still our guard. The monarch's spies
Thy whole sad story, from its first, declare : (For watchful aid is ready to surmise)
Sunk the fair city by the rage of war,

Are still at hand; and this, reveal’d, must be
Where once thy parents dwelt? or did they keep, Death to yourselves, eternal chains to me.
In humbler life, the lowing herds and sheep? Your vessel loaded, and your traffic past,
So left perhaps, to tend the fleecy train,

Dispatch a wary messenger with haste;
Rude pirates seized, and shipp'd thee o'er the main ? Then gold and costly treasures will I bring,
Doom'd a fair prize to grace some prince's board, And more, the infant offspring of the king.
The worthy purchase of a foreign lord. 421 Him, child-like wandering forth, I lead away
If then my fortunes can delight my friend, (A noble prize!) and to your ship convey.

490 A story fruitful of events attend :

Thus spoke the dame, and homeward took the Another's sorrow may thy ear enjoy,

road. And wine the lengthen'd intervals employ.

A year they traffic, and their vessel load. Long nights the now declining year bestows; Their stores complete, and ready now to weigh, A part we consecrate to soft repose,

A spy was sent their summons to convey: A part in pleasing talk we entertain;

An artist to my father's palace came, For too much rest itself becomes a pain.

With gold and amber chains, elaborate frame: Let those, whom sleep invites, the call obey, 430 Each female eye the glittering links employ; Their cares resuming with the dawning day: They turn, review, and cheapen every toy. Here let us feast, and to the feast be join'd

He took the occasion, as they stood intent, Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind; Gave her the sign and to his vessel went. Review the series of our lives, and taste

She straight pursued, and seized my willing arm; The melancholy joy of eviis past :

I follow'd smiling, innocent of harm. For he who much has suffer'd, much will know; Three golden goblets in the porch she found, And pleased remembrance builds delight on woe. (The guest not enter'd, but the table crown's ;) Above Ortygia lies an isle of fame,

Hid in her fraudful bosom these she bore : Far hence remote, and Syria is the name,

Now set the sun, and darken'd all the shore (Their curious eyes, inscribed with wonder, trace 440 Arriving then, where tilting on the tides The sun's diurnal, and his annual race;)

Prepared to launch the freighted vessel rides, Not large, but fruitful; stored with grass, to keep Aboard they heave us, mount their decks, and sweep The bellowing oxen and the bleating sheep; With level oar along the grassy deep.

510 Her sloping hills the mantling vines adorn,

Six calmy days, and six smooth nights we sail, And her rich valleys wave with golden corn. And constant Jove supplied the gentle gale. No want, no famine, the glad natives know, The seventh, the fraudful wretch (no cause deNor sink by sickness to the shades below;

scried,) But when a length of years unnerves the strong, Touch'd by Diana's vengeful arrow, died. Apollo comes, and Cynthia comes along.

Down dropp'd the caitifl-corse, a worthless load, They bend the silver bow with tender skill, 450 Down to the deep; there rollid, the future food And, void of pain, the silent arrows kill.

Of fierce sea-wolves, and monsters of the flood. Two equal tribes this fertile land divide,

An helpless infant I remain'd behind ; Where two fair cities rise with equal pride. Thence borne to Ithaca by wave and wind; But both in constant peace one prince obey,

Sold to Laërtes by divine command,

520 And Ctesius there, my father, holds the sway. And now adopted to a foreign land. Freighted, it seems, with toys of every sort

To him the king. Reciting thus thy cares, A ship of Sidon anchor'd in our port;

My secret soul in all thy sorrow shares ; What time it chanced the palace entertain'd, But one choice blessing (such is Jove's high will) Skill'd in rich works, a woman of their land: Has sweeten'd all thy bitter draught of ill: This nymph, where anchor'd the Phænician train, Torn from thy country to no hapless end, To wash her robes descending to the main, 461 The gods have, in a master, given a friend. A smooth tongued sailor won her to his mind; Whatever frugal nature needs is thine (Por love deceives the best of womankind.) (For she needs little,) daily bread and wine. A gudden trust from sudden liking grew;

While I, so many wanderings past, and woes, 530 She told her name, her race, and all she knew, Live but on what thy poverty bestows. I too (she cried) from glorious Sidon came,

So pass'd in pleasing dialogue away My father Arybas of wealthy fame :

The night ; then down to short repose they lay; But, snatch'd by pirates from my native place, Till radiant rose the messenger of day. The Taphians sold me to this man's embrace. While in the port of Ithaca the band

Haste then (the false designing youth replied,) 470 of young Telemachus approach'd the land : Haste to thy country: love shall be thy guide: Their sails they loosed, they lash'd the mast aside, Haste to thy father's house, thy father's breast ; And cast their anchors, and the cables tied : For still he lives, and lives with riches bless'd. Then on the breezy shore descending, join “Swear first (she cried) ye sailors ! to restore In grateful banquet o'er the rosy wine.

510 A wretch in safety to her native shore."

When thus the prince: Now each his course purane ; Swift as she ask'd, the ready sailors swore. I to the fields, and to the city you.

Long absent hence, I dedicate this day
My swains to visit, and the works survey.

Expect me with the morn, to pay the skies

Soon as the morning blush'd along the plains, Our debt of safe return in feast and sacrifice. Ulysses and the monarch of the swains,

Then Theoclymenus. But who shall lend, Awake the sleeping fires, their meal prepare, Meantime protection to thy stranger friend ? And forth to pasture send the bristly care. Straight to the queen and palace shall I fly, The prince's near approach the dogs desery, Or yet more distant, to some lord apply? 550 And fawning round his feet confess their joy. The prince. Renown'd in days of yore

Their gentle blandishment the king survey'd, Has stood our father's hospitable door;

Heard his resounding step, and instant said : No other roof' a stranger should receive,

Some well-known friend (Eumæus) bends this way: Nor other hands than ours the welcome give. His steps I bear; the dogs familiar play.

10 But in my absence riot tills the place,

While yet he spoke, the prince advancing drew Nor bears the modest queen a stranger's face; Nigh to the lodge, and now appear'd in view. From noiseful revel far remote she flies,

Transported from his seat Eumæus sprung, But rarely seen, or seen with weeping eyes. Dropp'd the full bowl, and round his bosom hung; No-let Eurymachus receive my guest,

Kissing his cheek, his hand, while from his eye Of nature courteous, and by far the best; 560 The tears rain'd copious in a shower of joy. He woos the queen with more respectful Name, As some fond sire who ten long winters grieves, And emulates her former husband's fame :

From foreign climes an only son receives With what success, 'tis Jove's alone to know, (Child of his age,) with strong paternal joy And the hoped nuptials turn to joy or woe. Forward he springs, and clasps the favourite boy: 20

Thus speaking, on the right up-soar'd in air So round the youth his arms Eumæus spread,
The hawk, Apollo's swift-wing'd messenger : As if the grave had given him from the dead.
His deathful pounces tore a trembling dove ;

And is it thou ? my ever dear delight!
The clotted feathers, scatter'd from above, Oh art thou come to bless my longing sight!
Between the hero and the vessel pour

Never, I never hoped to view this day,
Thick plumage, mingled with a sanguine shower. 570 When o'er the waves you plough’d the desperate
The observing augur took the prince aside,

way. Seized by the hand, and thus, prophetic, cried : Enter, my child! Beyond my hopes restored, Yon bird that dexter cuts the aürial road,

O give these eyes to feast upon their lord. Rose ominous, nor flies without a god :

Enter, oh seldom seen! for lawless powers No race but thine shall Ithaca obey,

Too much detain thee from these sylvan bowers. 30 To thine for ages, heaven decrees the sway.

The prince replied. Eumæus, I obey : Succeed the omens, gods! (the youth rejoin'd ;) To seek thee, friend, I hither took my way. Soon shall my bounties speak a grateful mind, But say, if in the court the queen reside And soon each envied happiness attend

Severely chaste, or if commenced a bride ? The man, who calls Telemachus his friend. 580 Thus he : and thus the monarch of the swains : Then to Peiræus—Thou whom time has proved Severely chaste Penelope remains ; A faithful servant, by thy prince beloved !

But, lost to every joy, she wastes the day Till we returning shall our guest demand,

In tedious cares, and weeps the night away.
Accept this charge with honour at our hand.

He ended, and (receiving as they pass
To this Peiræus: Joyful I obey,
The javelin, pointed with a star of brass,)

40 Well pleased the hospitable rites to pay.

They reach'd the dome; the dome with marble The presence of thy guest shall best reward

shined; (If long thy stay) the absence of my lord.

His seat Ulysses to the prince resign'd. With that, their anchors he commands to weigh, Not so-exclaim'd the prince, with decent grace) Mount the tall bark, and launch into the sea. 590 For me this house shall find an humbler place; All, with obedient haste, forsake the shores, To usurp the honours due to silver hairs And placed in order, spread their equal oars. And reverend strangers, modest youth forbears. Then from the deck the prince his sandals takes ; Instant the swain the spoils of beasts supplies, Poised in his hand the pointed javelin shakes. And bids the rural throne with oziers rise. They part ; while, lessening from the hero's view, There sate the prince : the feast Eumæus spread, Swift to the town the well-row'd galley flew : And heap'd the shining canisters with bread. The hero trod the margin of the main,

Thick o'er the board the plenteous viands lay, And reach'd the mansion of his faithful swain. The frugal remnanis of the former day.

Then in a bowl he tempers generous wines,

Around whose verge a mimic ivy twines

And now, the rage of thirst and hanger fled,

Thus young Ulysses to Eumæus said:

Whence, father, from what shore this stranger, say?
The Discovery of Ulysses to Telemachus.

What vessel bore him o'er the watery way? Telemachus arriving at the lodge of Euæus, sends him

To human step our land impervious lies,

60 to carry Penelope the news of his return. Minerva

And round the coast circumfluent oceans rise. appearing to Ulysses, commands him to discover him.

The swain returns. A tale of sorrows hear: self to his son. The princes, who had lain in ambush In spacious Crete he drew his natal air ; to intercept Telemachus in his way, their project Long doom'd to wander o'er the land and main, being defeated, return to Ithaca.

For heaven has wore his thread of life with pain

Half-breathless 'scaping to the land he flew

Even Ithaca and all her lords invade From Threspot mariners, a murderous crew. The imperial sceptre, and the regal bed. To thee, my son, the suppliant I resign;

The queen averse to love, yet awed by power, I gave him my protection, grant him thine.

Seems half to yield, yet fiies the bridal hour: Hard task, he cries, thy virtue gives thy friend, Meantime their licence uncontrollid I bear; Willing to aid, unable to defend.

70 Even now they envy me the vital air: Can strangers safely in the court reside,

But heaven will sure revenge, and gods there are. Midst the swell'd insolence of lust and pride ?


Eumrus! to the queen impart 140 Even I unsafe : the queen in doubt to wed,

Our safe return, and ease a mother's heart. Or pay due honours to the nuptial bed ?

Yet secret go : for nuinerous are my foes, Perhaps she weds regardless of her fame,

And here at least I may in peace repose.
Deaf to the mighty Ulyssean name:

To whom the swain. I hear, and I obey:
However, stranger! from our grace receive But old Laërtes weeps his life away,
Such honours as befit a prince to give;

And deems thee lost: shall I my speed employ
Sandals, a sword and robes, respect to prove, To bless his age, a inessenger of joy ?
And safe to sail with ornaments of love: 80 The mournful hour that lore his son away,
Till then, thy guest amid the rural train,

Sent the sad sire in solitude to stray: Far from the court, from danger far, detain.

Yet busied with his slaves, to ease his woe, 150 'Tis mine with food the hungry to supply,

Ile dress'd the vine, and bade the garden blow, And clothe the naked from the inclement sky. Nor food nor wine refused : but since the day Here dwell in safety from the suitors' wrongs, That you to Pylos plough'd the watery way, And the rude insults of ungovern'd tongues.

Nor wine nor food he tastes : but sunk in woes, For shouldst thou suffer, powerless to relieve, Wild springs the vine, no more the garden blows : I must behold it, and can only grieve.

Shut from the walks of men, to pleasure lost, The brave encompass'd by an hostile train,

Pensive and pale he wanders, half a ghost. O'erpower'd by numbers, is but brave in vain. 90 Wretched old man! (with tears the prince returns)

To whom, while anger in his bosom glows, Yet cease to go-what man so bless'd but mourns? With warmth replies the man of mighty woes : Were every wish indulged by favouring skies,

160 Since audience mild is deign'd, permit my tongue This hour would give Ulysses to my eyes. At once to pity and resent thy wrong.

But to the queen with speed despatchful bear
My heart weeps blood to see a soul so brave Our safe return, and back with speed repair;
Live to base insolence of power a slave.

And let some handmaid of her train resort
But tell me, dost thou, prince, dost thou behold, To good Laërtes in his rural court.
And hear their midnight revels uncontroll'd ?

While yet he spoke, impatient of delay,
Say, do thy subjects in bold faction rise,

He braced his sandals on, and strode away: Or priests in fabled oracles advise?

100 Then from the heavens the martial goddess flies,
Or are thy brothers, who should aid thy power, Through the wide fields of air and cleaves the skies:
Turn'd mean deserters in the needful hour? In form, a virgin in soft beauty's bloom, 170
O that I were from great Ulysses sprung,

Skill'd in the illustrious labours of the loom.
Or that these wither'd nerves like thine were strung! Alone to Ithaca she stood display'd,
Or, heavens! might he return ! and soon appear But unapparent as a viewless shade
(He shall, I trust; a hero scorns despair :)

Escaped Telemachus : (the powers above,
Might he return, 1 yield my life a prey

Seen or unseen, o'er earth at pleasure move ;) To my worst foe, if that avenging day

The dogs intelligent confess'd the tread Be not their last ; but should I lose my life

Of power divine, and howling, trembling, fed. Oppress'd by numbers in the glorious strife, 110 The goddess, beckoning, waves her dealbless hands : I choose the nobler part, and yield my breath, Dauntless the king before the goddess stands. Rather than bear dishonour worse than death;

Then why (she said) O favour’d of the skies, 180 Than see the hand of violence invade

Why to thy godlike son this long disguise ?
The reverend stranger and the spotless maid ; Stand forth reveald; with him thy cares employ
Than see the wealth of kings consumed in waste, Against thy foes; be valiant and destroy ·
The drunkards revel, and the gluttons feast.

Lo! I descend in that avenging hour,
Thus he, with anger flashing from his eye: To combat by thy side, thy guardian power.
Sincére the youthful hero made reply:

She said, and o'er him waves her wand of gold;
Nor leagued in factious arms my subjects rise, Imperial robes his manly limbs infold;
Nor priests in fabled oracles advise:

120 At once with grace divine his form improves, Nor are my brothers, who should aid my power, At once with majesty enlarged he moves; Turn'd mean deserters in the needful hour. Youth Aush'd his reddening cheek, and from his Ab me! I boast no brother; heaven's dread king

brows Gives from our stock an only branch to spring: A length of hair in sable ringlets flows;

191 Alone Laërtes reign'd Arcesius' heir,

His blackening chin receives a deeper shade; Alone Ulysses drew the vital air;

Then from his eyes upsprung the warrior maid And I alone the bed connubial graced,

The hero re-ascends : the prince o'erawed An unbless’d offspring of a sire unbless'd!

Scarce lifts his eyes, and bows as to a god. Each neighbouring realm, conducive to our woe, Then with surprise (surprise chastised with fears) Sends forth her peers, and every peer a foe: 130 How art thou changed ! (he cried)-a god appears! The court proud Samos and Dulichium fills, Far other vests thy limbs majestic grace, And lofty Zacinth crown'd with shady hills. | Far Other glories lighten from thy face!


If heaven be thy abode, with pious care 200 Hear then their numbers; from Dulichium came Lo! I the ready sacrifice prepare :

Twice twenty-six, all peers of mighty name; Lo! gifts of labour'd gold adorn thy shrine, Six are their menial train : twice twelve the boast 270 To win thy grace : O save us power divine ! Of Samos; twenty from Zacynthus' coast ;

Few are my days, Ulysses made reply, And twelve our country's pride; to these belong Nor I, alas! descendant of the sky.

Medon and Phemius skill'd in heavenly song.
I am thy father. O my son! my son !

Two sewers from day to day the revels wait,
That father, for whose sake thy days have run Exact of taste, and serve the feast in state.
One scene of woe; to endless cares consign'd, With such a foe the unequal fight to try,
And outraged by the wrongs of base mankind. Were by false courage unrevenged to die.

Then rushing to his arms, he kiss'd his boy 210 Then what assistant powers you boast, relate,
With the strong raptures of a parent's joy. Ere yet we mingle in the stern debate.
Tears bathe his cheek, and tears the ground bedew: Mark well my voice, Ulysses straight replies;
He strain'd him close, as to his breast he grew. What need of aids, if favour'd by the skies?
(Ah me! exclaims the prince with fond desire) If shielded to the dreadful fight we move,
Thou art not-no, thou canst not be my sire. By mighty Pallas, and by thundering Jove ?
Heaven such illusion only can impose,

Sufficient they (Telemachus rejoin'd)
By the false joy to aggravate my woes

Against the banded powers of all mankind : Who but a god can change the general doom, They, high enthroned above the rolling clouds, And give to wither'd age a youthful bloom. Wither the strength of man, and awe the gods. Late, worn with years, in weeds obscene you trod; Such aids expect, he cries, when strong in Now, cloth'd in majesty, you move a god! 221 might

Forbear, he cried; for heaven reserve that name, We rise terrific to the task of fight. Give to thy father but a father's claim

But thou, when morn salutes the aërial plain, 290 Other Ulysses shalt thou never see,

The court revisit and the lawless train: I am Ulysses, I, my son, am he.

Me thither in disguise Eumæus leads, Twice ten sad years o'er earth and ocean tost, An aged medicant in tatter'd weeds. "Tis given at length to view my native coast. There, if base scom insult my reverend age, Pallas, unconquer'd maid, my frame surrounds Bear it, my son ! repress thy rising rage. With grace divine; her power admits no bounds; If outraged, cease that outrage to repel: She o'er my limbs old age and wrinkles shed; 230 Bear it, my son ! howe'er thy heart rebel. Now strong as youth, magnificent I tread. Yet strive by prayer and counsel to restrain The gods with ease frail man depress or raise, Their lawless insults, though thou strive in vain; Exalt the lowly, or the proud debase.

For wicked ears are deaf to wisdom's call, 300 He spoke, and sate. The prince with transport flew, And vengeance strikes whom heaven has doom'd Hung round his neck, while tears his cheek bedew : to fall, Nor less the father pour'd a social flood:

Once more attend; when she* whose power inspires They wept abundant, and they wept aloud. The thinking mind, my soul to vengeance fires ; As the bold eagle with fierce sorrow stung, I give the sign; that instant, from beneath, Or parent vulture, mourns her ravish'd young; Aloft convey the instruments of death, They cry, they scream, their unfledged brood a prey Armour and arms; and if mistrust arise, To some rude churl, and borne by stealth away: 241 Thus veil the truth in plausible disguise; So they aloud: and tears in tides had run,

“These glittering weapons, ere he sail'd to Troy, Their grief unfinish'd with the setting sun; Ulysses view'd with stern heroic joy; But checking the full torrent in its flow,

Then, beaming o'er the illumined wall they shone ; The prince thus interrupts the solemn woe. Now dust dishonours, all their lustre gone. 311 What ship transported thee, O father, say,

I bear them hence (so Jove my soul inspires,)
And what bless'd hands have var'd thee on the way? From the pollution of the fuming fires ;
All, all (Ulysses instant made reply)

Lest when the bowl inflames, in vengeful mood I tell thee all, my child, my only joy!

Ye rush to arms, and stain the feast with blood : Phæacians bore me to the port assigo'd, 250 Oft ready swords in luckless hour incite A nation ever to the stranger kind;

The hand of wrath, and arm it for the fight." Wrapp'd in the embrace of sleep, the faithful train Such be the plea, and by the plea deceive; O'er seas convey'd me to my native reign : For Jove infatuates all, and all believe. Embroider'd vestures, gold, and brass, are laid Yet leave for each of us a sword to wield, 320 Conceal'd in caverns in the sylvan shade.

A pointed javelin, and a fenceful shield. Hither, intent the rival route to slay,

But by my blood that in thy bosom glows, And plan the scene of death, I bend my way:

By that regard a son his father owes ; So Pallas wills—but thou, my son, explain

The secret, that thy father lives, retain The names and nuinbers of the audacious train; Lock'd in thy bosom from the household train: 'Tis mine to judge if better to employ

260 Hide it from all; even from Eumæus hide, Assistant force, or singly to destroy.

From my dear father, and my dearer bride. O'er earth (returns the prince) resounds thy name, One care remains, to note the loyal few Thy well-tried wisdom, and thy martial fame,

Whose faith yet lasts among the menial crew; Yet at thy words I start, in wonder lost:

And noting, ere we rise in vengeance, prove 330 Can we engage, not decads, but an host?

Who loves his prince ; for sure you merit love. Can we alone in furious battle stand, Against that numerous and determined band ?

• Minerva

To whom the youth: To emulate I aim

And give the palace to the queen a dower, 400 The brave and wise, and my great father's fame. Or him she blesses in the bridal hour. But re-consider, since the wisest err,

But if submissive you resign the sway, Vengeance resolved, 'tis dangerous to defer. Slaves to a boy, go, flatter and obey. What length of time must we consume in vain, Retire we instant to our native reign, Too curious to explore the menial train ?

Nor be the wealth of kings consumed in vain! While the proud foes, industrious to destroy Then wed whom choice approves; the queen be given Thy wealth in riot, the delay enjoy.

To some blest prince, the prince decreed by heaven. Suffice it in this exigence alone

340 Abash'd, the suitor train his voice attends; To mark the damsels that attend the throne: Till from his throne Amphinomus ascends, Dispersed the youth reside; their faith to prove Who o'er Dulichium stretch'd his spacious reign, 410 Jove grants henceforth, if thou hast spoke from Jove. A land of plenty, bless'd with every grain ;

While in debate they waste their hours away, Chief of the numbers who the queen address'd,
The associates of the prince repass'd the bay; And though displeasing, yet displeasing least :
With speed they guide the vessel to the shores; Soft were his words! his actions wisdom sway'd;
With speed debarking, land the naval stores : Graceful awhile he paused, then mildly said:
Then, faithful to their charge, to Clytius bear, O friends, forbear! and be the thought withstood!
And trust the presents to his friendly care.

'Tis horrible to shed imperial blood !
Swift to the queen a herald flies to impart 350 Consult we first the all-seeing powers above,
Her son's return, and ease a parent's heart; And the sure oracles of righteous Jove.
Lest a sad prey to ever-musing cares,

If they assent, even by this hand he dies ; 420 Pale grief destroy what time awhile forbears. If they forbid, I war not with the skies.

The uncautious herald with impatience burns, He said : the rival train his voice approved, And cries aloud: Thy son, oh queen, returns; And rising instant to the palace moved. Eumæus sage approach'd the imperial throne, Arrived, with wild tumultuous noise they sate, And breath'd his mandate to her ear alone,

Recumbent on the shining thrones of state. Then measured back the way. The suitor band, Then Medon conscious of their dire debales, Stung to the soul, abash'd, confounded stand: The murderous counsel to the queen relates. And issuing from the dome, before the gate, 360 Touch'd at the dreadful story she descends ; With clouded looks, a pale assembly sate.

Her hasty steps a damsel train attends. At length Eurymachus. Our hopes are vain ; Full where the dome its shining valves expands, 430 Telemachus in triumph sails the main.

Sudden before the rival powers she stands; Haste, rear the mast, the swelling shroud display; And veiling decent, with a modest shade, Haste, to our ambush'd friends the news convey! Her cheek, ind ant to Antinous said:

Scarce had he spoke, when, turning to the strand, O void of faith ; of all bad men the worst; Amphinomus survey'd the associate band; Renown'd for wisdom, by the abuse accursed; Full to the bay within the winding shores

Mistaking Fame proclaims thy generous mind ; With gather'd sails they stood, and lifted oars. Thy deeds denote thee of the basest kind. O friends! he cried, elate with rising joy, 370 Wretch ! to destroy a prince that friendship gives, See to the port secure the vessel fly!

While in his guest his murderer he receives ;
Some god has told them, or themselves survey Nor dread superior Jove, to whom belong 440
The bark escaped ; and measure back their way. The cause of suppliants, and revenge of wrong.

Swift at the word descending to the shores, Hast thou forgot (ingrateful as thou art)
They moor the vessel and uplade the stores : Who saved thy father with a friendly part ?
Then moving from the strand, apart they sate, Lawless he ravaged with his martial powers
And full and frequent form'd a dire debate. The Taphian pirates on Thesprotia's shores ;

Lives then the boy ? he lives (Antinoiis cries ) Enraged, his life, his treasures they demand ;
The care of gods and favourite of the skies. Ulysses saved him from the avenger's hand.
All night we watch'd, till with her orient wheels 380 And wouldst thou evil for his good repay?
Aurora flamed above the eastern hills,

His bed dishonour and his house betray ? And from the lofty brow of rocks by day

Afflict his queen, and with a murderous hand 450 Took in the ocean with a broad survey:

Destroy his heir ?—but cease, 'tis I command. Yet safe he sails ! the powers celestial give

Far hence those fears, (Eurymachus replied,) To shun the hidden snares of death, and live. O prudent princess! bid thy soul confide. But die he shall, and thus condemn'd to bleed, Breathes there a man who dares that hero slay, Be now the scene of instant death decreed. While I behold the golden light of day? Hope ye success ? undaunted crush the foe, No: by the righteous powers of heaven I swear, Is he not wise ? know this, and strike the blow. His blood in vengeance smokes upon my spear. Wait ye, till he to arms in council draws 390 Ulysses, when my infant days I led, The Greeks, averse too justly to our cause ? With wine sufficed me, and with dainties fed : Strike, ere, the states convened, the foe betray My generous soul abhors the ungrateful part, 460 Our murderous ambush on the watery way. And my friend's son lives dearest to my heart : Or choose ye vagrant from their rage to fly Then fear no mortal arm; if heaven destroy, Outcasts of earth, to breathe an unknown sky? We must resign : for man is born to die. The brave prevent misfortune; then be brave, Thus smooth he ended, yet his death conspired: And bury future danger in his grave.

Then sorrowing, with sad step the queen retired, Returns he ? ambush'd we'll his walk invade, With streaming eyes, all comfortless deplored, Or where he hides in solitude and shade;

Touch'd with the dear remembrance of her lord :

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