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Discourse, the food of souls, was their delight, Glad of the gift, the new-made warrior goes;
foes. Or on the 'Trojan side, or on their own.
" Now brave Pirithous, bold Ixion's son, Of dangers undertaken, fame achiev'd,
The love of fair Hippodame had won. They talk'd by tuins; the talk by turns reliev'd. The cloud-begotten race, half men, half beast, What things but these could fierce Achilles tell, Invited, came to grace the nuptial feast : Or what could fierce Achilles hear so well ?
In a cool cave's recess the treat was made, The last great act perform’d, of Cygnus slain, Whose entrance trees with spreading boughs o'erDid most the martial audience entertain :
[came, Wondering to find a body, free by fate
They sate : and, summond by the bridegroom, From steel, and which could ev'n that steel rebate : To mix with those, the Lapithæan name : Amaz'd their admiration they renew;
Nor wanted I: the roofs with joy resound : And scarce Pelides could believe it true.
And Hymen, lö Hymen, rung around. Then Nestor thus; “What once this age has Rais'd altars shone with holy fires; the bride, In fated Cygnus, and in him alone, [known, Lovely herself (and lovely by her side These eyes have seen in Cæneus long before, A bevy of bright nymphs, with sober grace), Whose body not a thousand swords could bore. Came glittering like a star, and took her place : Cæneus, in courage, and in strength, excell'd, Her heavenly form beheld, all wish'd her joy; And still his Othrys with his faine is fill'd : And little wanted, but in vain, their wishes all But what did most his martial deeds adorn,
employ. (Though since he chang'd his sex) a woman born." “For one, most bru of the brutal blood, A novelty so strange, and full of fate,
Or whether wine or beauty fir'd his blood, His listening audience ask'd him to relate.
Or.both at once, beheld with lustful eyes Achilles thus commends their common suit: The bride; at once resolv'd to make his prize. “ O father, first for prudence in repute,
Down went the board; and, fastening on her hair, Tell with that eloquence so much thy own, He seiz'd with sudden force the frighted fair. What thou hast heard, or what of Caneus known. 'Twas Eurytus began: his bestial kind What was he, whence his change of sex begun, His crime pursued; and each as plcas'd his mind, What trophies, join'd in wars with thee, he won ? Or her, whom chance presented, took: the feast Who conquer'd him, and in what fatal strife An image of a taken town express'd. (rise, The youth, without a wound, could lose his life?" “ The cave resounds with female shrieks; we
Neleides then : “ Though tardy age, and time Mad with revenge, to make a swift reprise: Have shrunk my sinews, and decay'd my prime;
And Theseus first; What frenzy has possess'd, Though much I have forgotten of my store, O Eurytus,' he cry'd, “thy brutal breast, Yet not exhausted, I remember more.
To wrong Pirithous, and not him alone, Of all that arms achiev'd, or peace design'd, But, while I live, two friends conjoin'd in one ?' That action still is fresher in my mind
“ To justify his threat, be thrusts aside Than aught beside. If reverend age can give The crowd of Centaurs, and redeems the bride ; To faith a sanction, in my third I live.
The monster nought reply'd: for words were rain; “ 'Twas in my second century, I survey'd And deeds could only deeds unjust maintain: Young Cænis, then a fair Thessalian maid: But answers with his hand; and forward press'd, Cænis the bright was born to high command; With blows redoubled, on his face and breast. A princess, and a native of thy land,
An ample goblet stood, of antique mold, Divine Achilles : every tongue proclaim'd And rough with figures of the rising gold; Her beauty, and her eyes all hearts inflam'd. The hero snatch'd it up, and toss'd in air, Peleus, thy sire, perhaps had sought her bed, Full at the front of the foul ravisher: Among the rest; but he had either led
He falls; and falling vomits forth a flood Thy mother then, or was by promise ty'd; Of wine, and foam and brains, and mingled blood. But she to him, and all, alike her love deny'd. Half roaring, and half neighing, through the ball,
“ It was her fortune once to take her way 'Arms, arms, the double-form'd with fury call, Along the sandy margin of the sea :
To wreak their brother's death: a mediey flight The power of ocean view'd her as she pass'd, Of bowls and jars, at first, supply the fight, And, lov'd as soon as seen, by force embrac'd. Once instruments of feasts, but now of Fate: So Fame reports. Her virgin treasure seiz'd, Wine animates their rage, and arms their hate. And his new joys the ravisher so pleas'd,
“ Bold Amycus, from the robb’d vestry brings That thus, transported, to the nymph he cry'd : The chalices of Ileaven, and holy things ' Ask what thou wilt, no prayer shall be deny'd.' Of precious weight: a sconce that hung on high, This also Fame relates: the haughty fair,
With tapers fill'd, to light the sacristy, Who not the rape ev'n of a god could bear, Torn from the cord, with his unhallow'd hand This answer, proud, return'd: ‘To mighty wrongs He threw amid the Lapithæan band. A mighty recompense, of right, belongs.
On Celadon the ruin fell; and left
His face of feature and of form bereft:
His eye-balls rooted out are thrown to ground,
“ To this the lover adds, without request : “ This Belates, th’avenger, could not brook ; No force of steel should violate his breast,
But, by the foot, a maple-board he took,
And hurld at Amycus; his chin is bent
Pholus and Melaneus from fight withdrew, Against his chest, and down the Centaur sent; And Abas maim'd, who boars encountering slew : Whom sputtering bloody teeth, the second blow And Augur Astylos, whose art in vain Of his drawn sword dispatch'd to shades below. From fight dissuaded the four-footed train,
“ Grineus was near; and cast a furious look Now beat the hoof' with Nessus on the plain; On the side-altar, cens'd with sacred smoke, But to his fellow cry'd, ‘ Be safely slow, And bright with flaming fires. The gods,' be Thy death deferrd is due to great Alcides' bow.' cry'd,
“ Mean time strong Dryas urg'd his chance so * Have with their holy trade our hands supply'd : That Lycidas, Areos, Imbreus feil; (well, Why use we not their gifts?' Then from the floor All one by one, and fighting face to face: An altar-stone he heard, with all the load it bore: Crenæus fled, to fall with more disgrace: Altar and altar's freight together few
For, fearful, while he look'd behind, he bore Where thickest throng'd the Lapithæan crew;
Betwixt his nose and front the blow before. And, at once, Broteas and Oryus slew :
Amid the noise and tumult of the fray, Oryus' mother, Mycale, was known
Snoring and drunk with wine, Aphidas lay. Down from her sphere to draw the labouring Moon. Ev’n then the bowl within his hand he kept,
“ Exadius ery'd, “ Unpunish'd shall not go And on a bear's rough hide securely slept. This fact, if arms are found against the foe.' Him Phorbas with his fiying dart transfix'd; He look'd about, where on a pine were spread “Take thy next draught with Stygian waters mix'd, The votive horus of a stag's branching head : And sleep thy fill,' th' insuiting victor cy'd; At Grineus these he throws; so just they fly, Surpriz'd with death unfelt, the Centaur dy'd; That the sharp antlers stuck in either eye: The ruddy vomit, as he breath'd his soul, Breathless and blind he fell, with blood besinear’d, Repass'd his throat, and Gill'd his empty bowl. His eye-balls, beaten out, hung dangling on his “ I saw Petræus' aris employ'd around beard.
A well-grown oak, to root it from the ground. Fierce Rhætus, from the hearth, a burning brand This way, and that, he wrench'd the fibrous bands, Selects, and whirling waves; till from his hand The trunk was like a sapling in his hands, The fire took flame; then dash'd it from the right And still obey'd the bent: while thus he stood, On fair Charaxus' temples, near the sight: Perithous' dart drove on, and nail'd him to the The whistling pest came on, and pierc'd the bone wood. And caught the yellow hair, that shrivel'd while Lycus and Chromys fell, by him oppress'd: it sbone :
Helops and Dictys added to the rest Caught, like dry stubble fir'd, or like seerwood; A nobler palm : Helops, through either ear Yet from the wound ensued no purple tlood; Transfix'd, receiv'd the penetrating spear. But look'd a bubbling mass of frying blood. This Dictys saw; and, seiz'd with sudden fright, His blazing locks sent forth a crackling sound, Leapt headlong from the hill of steepy height; And biss'd, like red hot ir'n within the smithy Aud crush'd an ash beneath, that could not bear drowa'd.
bis weight. The founded warrior shook his faming hair, The shatter'd tree receives his fall, and strikes, Toen (what a team of horse could hardly rear) Within bis full-blown paunch the sharpen'd spikes. He heaves the threshold-stone; but could not throw; Strong Aphareus had heav'd a mighty stone, The weight itself forbad the threaten'd blow; The fragment of a rock, and would have thrown; Which, dropping from his lifted arms, came down But Theseus, with a club of harden'd oak, Full on Cometes' head, and crush'd his crown. The cubit-bone of the bold Centaur broke, Nor Rhætus then retain'd his joy: but said, And left him maim'd; nor seconded the stroke: So by their fellows may our foes be sped !! Then leapt on tall Bianor's back, (who bore Then with redoubled strokes he plies his head : No mortal burthen but his own, before) The burning lever not deludes his pains;
Press'd with his knees his sides; the double man, But drives the batter'd skull within the brains. His speed with spurs increas'd, unwilling ran. “ Thus flush'd, the conqueror, with force re- One hand the hero fasten'd on his locks; new'd,
His other ply'd him with repeated strokes. Eragrus, Dryas, Corythus pursued :
The club hung round his ears and batter'd brows; First, Corythus, with downy cheeks, he slew; Hefalls; and, lashing up his heels, his rider throws. Whose fall when fierce Evagrus had in view,
“ The same Herculean arms Nedymnus wound, He cry'd, 'What palm is from a beardless prey?' And lay by him Lycotas on the ground ; Rhætus prevents what more he had to say; And Hippasus, whose bcard bis breast invades; And drove within his mouth the fiery death, And Ripheus, haunter of the woodiand shades; Which enter'd hissing in, and chok'd his breath. And Tereus, us'd with mountain-bears to strive, At Dryas next he tew; but weary Chance And from their dens to draw th' indignant beasts No longer would the same success advance.
alive. But while he whirl'd in fiery circles round
“ Demoleon could not bear this hateful sight, The brand, a sharpen'd stake strong Dryas found; Or the long fortune of th’ Athenian knight: And in the shoulder's joint inflicts the wound. But pull'd with all his force, to disengage The weapon struck: wbich roaring out with pain From <arth a pine, the product of an age : He drew: nor longer durst the fight maintain, The root stuck fast: the broken trunk he sent But torn'd his back, for fear; and fled amain. At Theseus: Theseus frustrates his intent, With him fled Orneus, with like dread possess'd; And leaps aside, by Pallas warn'd, the blow Thaumas and Medon, wounded in the breast; To shun (for so he said; and we believ'd it so). And Mermeros, in the late race renown'd,
Yet not in vain th’enormous weight was cast, Now limping ran, and tardy with his wound. Which Crantor's body sunder'd at the waist;
Thy father's squire, Achilles, and his care; All day they hunted; and when day expir’d, Whom conquer'd in the Delopeian war,
Together to some shady cave retird. Their king, his present ruin to prevent,
Invited, to the nuptials both repair: A pledge of peace implor'd, to Peleus sent. And, side by side, they both engage in war. Thy sire, with grieving eyes, beheld his fate; “ Uncertain from what hand, a flying dart And cry'd, 'Not long, lov'd Crantor, shalt thou At Cyllarus was sent, which pierc'd his heart. wait
The javelin drawn from out the mortal wound, Thy vow'd revenge.' Atonce be said, and threw He faints with staggering steps, and seeks the His ashen-spear, which quiver'd as it flew,
ground: With all his force and all his soul apply'd;
The fair within her arms receiv'd his fall, The sharp point enter'd in the Centaur's side: And strove his wandering spirits to recall : Both hands, to wrench it out, the monster join'd; And, while her hand the streaming blood opposid, And wrench'd it out; but left the steel behind. Join'd face to face, his lips with hers she clos'd. Stuck in his lungs it stood: enrag'd he rears Stifled with kisses, a sweet death he dies; His hoofs, and down to ground thy father bears. She fills the fields with updistinguish'd cries : 'Thus trampled under foot, his shield defends At least her words were in her ciamour drown'd; His head; his other band the lance protends. For my stunn'd ears receiv'd no vocal sound. Ev'n while he lay extended on the dust,
In madness of her grief she seiz'd the dart He sped the Centaur, with one single thrust. New drawn, and reeking from her lover's heart; Two more his lance before transfix'd from far ; To her bare bosom the sharp point apply'd, And two his sword bad slain in closer war. And wounded fell, and falling by his side, (dy'd. To these was added Dorylas : who spread
Embrac'd him in her arms, thus embracing A bull's two goring horns around his head.
“ Ev'n still, methinks, I see Phæocomes; With these he push’d; in blood already dy'd : Strange was his babit, and as odd his dress. Him, fearless, I approach'd, and thus desy'd : Six lions hides, with thongs together fast, • Now, monster, now, by proof it shall appear, His upper part defended to his waist; Whether thy horns are sharper, or my spear.' And where man ended, the continued vest At this, I threw : for want of other ward, Spread on his back the houss and trappings of a He lifted up his hand, his front to guard.
beast. His hand it pass'd, and fix'd it to his brow : A stump too heavy for a team to draw Loud shouts of ours attend the lucky blow : (It seems a fable, though the fact I saw) Him Peleus finish'd, with a second wound, He threw at Pholon; the descending blow Which through the navel pierc'd: he reel'd around, Divides the skull, and cleaves his head in tvo. And dragg'd his dangling bowels on the ground: The brains, from nose and mouth, and either ear, Trod what he dragg'd, and what he trod he crush'd: Came issuing out, as through a colendar And to his mother-earth, with empty belly, rush'd. The curdled milk: or from the press the whey,
“ Nor could thy form, O Cyllarus, foreshow Driven down by weights above, is drain'd away. Thy fate (if form to monsters men allow):
“But him, while stooping down to spoil the slain, Just bloom'd thy beard, thy beard of golden hue : Pierc'd through the paunch, I tumbled on the plain. Thy locks, in golden waves, about thy shoulders | Then Chthonius and Teleboas I slew : flew.
A fork the former arm’d; a dart his fellow threw. Sprightly thy look: thy shapes in every part The javelin wounded me (behold the scar). So clean, as might instruct the sculptor's art, Then was my time to seek the Trojan war; As far as man extended : where began
Then I was Hector's match in open field; The beast, the beast was equal to the man, But he was then unborn; at least a child; Add but a horse's head and neck, and he,
Now, I am nothing. I forbear to tell O Castor, was a courser worthy thee,
By Periphantes how Pyretus fell; So was his back proportion'd for the seat; The Centaur by the knight: nor will I stay So rose his brawny chest; so swiftly mov'd his On Amphix, or what deaths he dealt that day: feet.
What honour, with a pointless lance, he won, Coal-black his colour, but like jet it shone ;
Stuck in the front of a four-footed man. His legs and flowing tail were white alone, What fame young Macareus obtain'd in fight: Belov'd by many maidens of his kind,
Or dwell on Nessus, now return'd from flight. But fair Hylonome possess'd his mind;
How prophet Mopsus not alone divin'd, Hylonome, for features, and for face,
Whose valour equal'd his foreseeing mind. Excelling all the nymphs of double race:
“Already Cæneus, with his conquering hand, Nor less her blandishments, than beauty, move; Had slaughter'd five, the boldest of their band : At once both loving, and confessing love.
Pyrachmus, Helymus, Antimachus, For him she dress'd; for him with female care Bromus the brave, and stronger Stiphelus: She comb'd, and set in curls her auburn hair. Their names 1 number'd, and remember well, Of roses, violets, and lilies mix'd,
No trace remaining, by what wounds they feil. And sprigs of flowing rosemary betwixt,
“ Latreus, the bulkiest of the double race, She form'd the chaplet, that adorn'd her front : Whom the spoild arms of slain Halesus grace, In waters of the Pegasæan fount,
In years retaining still his youthful might, And in the streams that from the fountain play, Though his black hairs were interspers'd with She wash'd her face, and bath'd her twice a day.
white, The scarf of furs, that hung below her side, Betwixt th' embattled ranks began to prance, Was ermin, or the panther's spotted pride : Proud of his helm, and Macedonian lance; Spoils of no common beast : with equal flame And rode the ring around; that either host They lov'd: their sylvan pleasures were the same: Might hear him, while he made this empty boast.
And from a strumpet shall we suffer shame? Doubtful bis death: he suffocated seem'd
Who said, he saw a yellow bird arise
“ While thus the boaster exercis'd his pride, • All hail,' he cry'd, thy country's grace and love; The fatal spear of Cæneus reach'd his side: Once first of men below, now first of birds above.' Just in the mixture of the kinds it ran;
Its author to the story gave belief;
For us, our courage was increas'd by grief :
With odds, to sink beneath a multitude,
Tlepolemus, the seed of Hercules : He next his fauchion try'd, in closer fight; For, often he had heard his father say, But the keen fauchion had no power to bite. That he himself was present at the fray; He thrust; the blunted point return'd again. And more than shard the glories of the day. 'Since downright blows,' he cry'd, and thrusts are “ Old Chronicle,” he said, “ among the rest, rain,
You might have nam'd Alcides at the least : I'll prove his side :' in strong embraces held, Is he not worth your praise?” The Pylian prince He prov'd his side; his side the sword repellid : Sigh'd ere he spoke; then made this proud defence, His hollow beily echo'd to the stroke ;
“My former woes, in long oblivion drown'd, Untouch'd his body, as a solid rock; [broke. I would have lost; but you renew the wound: Aim'd at his neck at last, the blade in shivers Better to pass him o'er, than to relate
“ Th' impassive knight stood idle, to deride The cause I have your mighty sire to hate. His rage, and offer'd oft his naked side:
His fame has fill'd the world, and reach'd the sky; At length, Now, monster, in thy turn,' he cry'd, (Which, oh, I wish, with truth, I could deny)! Try thou the strength of Cæneus :' at the word We praise not Hector; though his name, we know, He thrust; and in his shoulder plung'd the sword. Is great in arms; 'tis hard to praise a foe. Then writh'd his hand; and, as he drove it down, “ He, your great father, level'd to the ground Deep in his breast, made many wounds in one. Messenia's towers: nor better fortune found
“The Centaurs saw, enrag'd, th’unhop'd success; Elis, and Pylas; that a neighbouring state, And rushing on, in crowds, together press; And this my own : both guiltless of their fate. At him, and him alone, their darts they threw : “ To pass the rest, twelve, wanting one, he Repuls'd they from his fated Dody flew. Amaz'd they stood; till Monychus began, My brethren, who their birth from Neleus drew.
O shame! a nation conquer'd by a man! All youths of early promise, had they liv'd;
By him they perish'd: I alone surviv'd.
Had given to change his form, and, chang'd, rcWe seem, (a lover built for Juno's bed)
sume again. Master'd by this half man. Whole mountains Vary'd at pleasure, every shape he try'd; throw
And in all beasts Alcides still defy'd : With woods at once, and bury him below. Vanquish'd on Earth, at length he soar'd above; This only way remains. Nor need we doubt Chang'd to the bird, that bears the bolt of Jove: To choak the soul within, though not to force it The new-dissembled eagle, now endu'd out.
With peak and pounces, Hercules pursu'd, Heap weights, instead of wounds:' he chanc'd to see And cuff'd his manly cheeks, and tore bis face; Where southern storms had rooted up a tree; Then, saf retir'd, and tour'd in empty space. This, rais'd from earth, against the foe he threw; Alcides bore not long his flying foe, Th' example shown, his fellow brutes pursue. But, bending his inevitable bow, With forest-loads the warrior they invade; Reach'd him in air, suspended as he stood; Othrys and Pelion soon were void of shade; And in his pinion fix'd the feather'd wood. And spreading groves were naked mountains made. Light was the wound; but in the sinew hung Press'd with the hurthen, Cæneus pants for breath; | The point; and his disabled wing unstrung. And on his shoulders bears the wooden death. He wheel'd in air, and stretch'd his vans in vain; To heave th' intolerable weight he tries;
His vans no longer could his flight sustain: At length it rose above his mouth and eyes ; For while one gather'd wind, one, unsupply'd, Yet still he heaves, and, struggling with despair, Hung drooping down; nor pois'd his other sidle. Shakes all aside, and gains a gulp of air :
He feil: the shaft, that slightly was impress'd, A short relief, which but prolongs his pain; Now from his heavy fall with weight increas'd He faints by fits; and then respires again : Drove through his neck, aslant; he spurns the At last, the burthen only nods above,
ground, As when an earthquake stirs th' Idæan grove. And the soul issues through the weazon's wound,
“ Now, brave commander of the Rhodian seas, Nor Menelgus presum'd these arms to claim, What praise is due from me to Hercules?
Nor he the king of inen, a greater name. Silence is all the vengeance I decree
Two rivals only rose : Laertes' son, For my slain brothers; but 'tis peace with thee.” And the vast bulk of Ajax Telamon.
Thus with a flowing tongue old Nestor spoke: The king, who cherish'd each with equal love, Then, to full bowls each other they provoke:
And from himself all ejty would remove, At length, with weariness and wine oppress'd, Left both to be determind by the laws; They rise from table, and withdraw to rest.
Aud to the Grecian chiefs transferr'd the cause.
FROM THE THIRTEENTH BOOK OF
OVID'S METAMORPHOSES. “ Immortal offspring of my brother Jove ;
The chiefs were set, the soldiers crown'd the field; My brightest nephew, and whom best I love, To these the inaster of the sevenfold shield Whose hands were join'd with mine to raise the Upstarted fierce, and, kindled with disdain, wall
Eager to speak, unable to contain Of tottering Troy, now nodding to her fall; His boiling rage, he roll'd his eyes around Dost thou not mourn our power einploy'd in vain, The shore, and Grecian galleys hauld a-ground. And the defenders of our city slain?
Then stretching out his hands, “ Jove,” he cryd, To pass the rest, could nobie Hector lie
“ Must then our cause before the fleet be try'd ? Unpity'd, dragg'd around his native Troy? And dares Ulysses for the prize contend, And yet the murderer lives: himself by far In sight of what he durst not once defend ? A greater plague, than all the wasteful war: But basély fled that memorable day, He lives; the proud Pelides lives, to boast When I from Hector's hauds redeem'd the flaming Our town destroy'd, our common labour lost!
So much 'tis safer at the noisy bar [pres. O, could I meet him! But I wish too late;
With words to flourish, than engage in war. To prove my trident, is not in his fate.
By different methods we maintain'd our right, But let him try (for that's allow'd) thy dart,
Nor am I made to talk, nor he to fight. And pierce his only penetrable part.”
In bloody fields I labour to be great; Apollo bows to the superior throne;
His arms are a smooth tongue, and soft deceit. And to his uncle's anger adds his own.
Nor need I speak my deeds, for those you see; Then, in a cloud involv'd, he takes bis flight, The Sun and day are witnesses for me. Where Greeks and Trojans mix'd in mortal fight;
Let him who fights unseen relate his own, And found out Paris lurking where he stood,
And vouch the silent stars and conscious Moon. And stain'd his arrows with plebeian blood : Great is the prize demanded, I confess, Phæbus to him alone the god confess'd,
But such an abject rival makes it less. Then to the recreant knight tie thus address'd: That gift, those honours, he but hop'd to gain, “Dost thou not blush, to spend thy shafts in vain Can leave no room for Ajax to be vain: On a degenerate and ignoble train?
Losing he wins, because his pame will be If fame, or better vengeance, be thy care,
Ennobled by defeat, who durst contend with me. There aim, and, with one arrow, end the war." Were mine own valour question’d, yet my blood
He said ; and show'd from far the blazing shield Without that plea would make my title good : And sword, which but Achilles nune could wield; My sire was Telamon, whose arms, employ'd And how he mov'd a god and mow'd the standing With Hercules, these Trojan walls destroy'd; The deity himself directs aright
[field. And who before, with Jason, sent from Greece, Th’envenom'd shaft; and wings the fatal flight. In the first ship brought home the golden fleece: Thus fell the foremost of the Grecian name;
Great Telamon from Æacus derives And he, the base adulterer, boasts the fame. His birth (th' inquisitor of : uilty lives A spectacle to glad the Trojan train ;
In shades below; where Sisyphus, whose son And please old Priam, after Hector slain.
This thief is thought, rolls up the restless heary If by a female hand he had foreseen
stone). He was to die, his wish had rather been
Just Æacus the king of gods above
Nor should I seek advantage from my line,
By fraud and theft asserts his father's breed. Yet great in Homer, still Achilles lives;
Then must I lose these arms, because I came And, equal to himself, himself survives.
To fight uncall'd, a voluntary name? His buckler owns its former lord; and brings Nor shunn'd the cause, but offer'd you my aid, New cause of strife betwixt contending kings; While he, long lurking, was to war betray'd : Who worthjest, after him, his sword to wield, Forc'd to the field he came, but in the rear; Or wear his armour, or sustain his shield.
And feign'd distraction to conceal his fear : Ev'n Diomede sate mute, with down-cast eyes; Till one more cunning caught him in the snare, Conscious of wonted worth to win the prize: (lll for himself) and drags'd him into war.