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Whom Crysa, Cilla, Tenedos obeys,
Secure me then from his foreseen intent, And whose broad eye their happy soil surveys;
That what his wrath may doom, thy valour may It Sminthes, I have pour'd before thy shrine
prevent.” The blood of oxen, goats, and ruddy wine,
To this the stern Achilles made reply : And larded thighs on loaded altars iaid,
“ Be bold; and on my plighted faith rely, Hear, and 'my just revenge propitious aid. To speak what Phæbus has inspir'd thy soul Pierce the proud Greeks, and with thy shafts attest For common good ; and speak without control. How much thy power is injurd in thy priest." His godhead I invoke, by him I swear,
He pray'd, and Phæbuz, hearing, urg'd his That while my nostrils draw this vital air, With fury kindied, from Olympus' height; [flight, None shall presume to violate those bands; His quiver o'er his ample shoulders threw; Or touch thy person with unhallow'd hands: His bow twang'd, and liis arrows rattled as they Ev'n not the king of men that all commands." Biack as a stormy night, he rang'd around (Hew. At this, resuming heart, the prophet said: The tents, and compass'd the devoted ground. Nor hecatomb unsiain, nor vows unpaid, Then with full force his deadly bow he bent, On Greeks, accurs'd, this dire contagion bring, And feather'd fates among the mules and sump- Or call for vengeance from the bowyer king; ters sent:
But he the tyrant, whom none dares resist, Th'essay of rage, on faithful dogs the next; Affronts the godhead in his injur'd priest: And last, in human hearts his arrows fix'd. He keeps the dainsel captive in his chain), The god nine days the Greeks at rovers kill'd, And presents are refus’d, and prayers preferr'd Nine days the camp with funeral fires was fili'd;
in vain. The tenth, Achilles, by the queen's command, For this th’avenging power employs his darts, Who bcars Heaven's awful sceptre in her hand, And empties all his quiver in our hearts; A council summond: for the goddess griev'd Thus will persist, relentless in his ire, Her favour'd host should perish unreliev'd. Till the fair slave be render'd to her sire:
The kings assenbled, soon their chief enclose; And ransom-free restor'd to his abode, Then from his seat the goddess-born arose, With sacritice to reconcile the god : And thus undaunted spoke: “What now remains, Then he, perhaps, aton'd by prayer, may cease But that once more we tempt the watery plains, His vengeance justly vow'd, and give the peace." And, wandering homeward, seek our safety bence, Thus having said, he sate: thus answer'd thea, In flight at least, if we can find defence ?
Upstarting from his throne, the king of men, Such woes at once encompass us about,
His breast with fury fill'd, his eyes with fire; The plague within the camp, the sword without. Which, rolling round, he shot in sparkles on the sire: Consult, О kiny, the prophets of th' event:
Augur of ill, whose tongue was never found And whence these ills, and what the gods intent, Without a priestly curse, or boding sound; Let them by dreams explore; for dreams from For not oue bless'd event foretold to me Jove are sent.
Pass'd through that mouth, or pass'd unwillingly. What want of offer'd victims, what offence And now thou dost with lies the throne invade, In fact committed could the Sun incense,
By practice hardend in thy slandering trade. "To deal bis deadly shafts? What may remove Obtending Heaven, for whate'er ills befal; His seitled hate, and reconcile his love?
And sputtering under specious names thy gall. That he may look propitious on our toils; Now Phoebus is provok'd, his rites and laws And hungry graves no more be glutted with our Are in his priest profan’d, and I the cause : spoils.”
Since I detain a slave, my sovereign prize; Thus to the king of men the hero spoke, And sacred gold, your idol-god, despise. Then Calchas the desir'd occasion took :
I love her well:, and well her merits claim, Calchas the sacred seer, wbo had in view
To stand preferr'd before my Grecian dame: Things present and the past; and things to come Not Clytemnestra's self in beauty's bloom foreknew :
More charm’d, or better ply'd the various loom: Supreme of augurs, who, by Phæbus taught, Mine is the maid; and brought in happy hour, The Grecian powers to Troy's destruction brought. With every household-grace adorn'd, to bless my Skill'd in the secret causes of their woes,
nuptial bower. The reverend priest in graceful act arose :
Yet shall she be restor'd; since public good And thus bespoke Pelides : “ Care of Jove, For private interest ought not to be withstood, Favour'd of all th' immortal powers above;' To save th' effusion of my people's blood. Wouldst thou the seeds deep-sown of mischief But right requires, if I resign my own, And why provok'd Apollo bends his bow ? [know, I should not suffer for your sakes alone; Plight first thy faith, inviolably true,
Alone excluded from the prize I gain’d, To save me from those ills, that may ensue. And by your common suffrage have obtain'd. For I shall tell ungrateful truths to those
The slave without a ransom shall be sent : Whose boundless powers of life and death dispose. It rests for you to make th' equivalent.” And sovereigns, ever jealous of their state,
To this the fierce Thessalian prince reply'd: Forgive not those whom once they mark for hate; “ O first in power, but passing all in pride, Ev'n though th' offence they seemingly digest, Griping, and still tenacious of thy hold, Revenge, like embers rak'd, within their breast, Wouldst thou the Greciau chiefs, though largelyBursts forth in flames; whose unresisted power
soul'd, Will seize th' unwary wretch, and soon devour. Should give the prizes they had gain'd before, Such, and no less is he, on whom depends
And with their loss thy sacrilege restore? The sum of things, and whom my tongue of Whate'er by force of arms the soldier got, force offends.
Is each his own, by dividend of lot:
Which to resume, were both unjust and base; The king, whose brows with sbining gold were Not to be borne but by a servile race.
[compass'd round, Bat this we can: if Saturn's son bestows
Who saw his throne with scepter'd slaves enThe sack of Troy, which he by promise owes ;
Thus answer'd stern: “Go, at thy pleasure, go: Then shall the conquering Greeks thy loss restore, We need not such a friend, nor fear we such a foe. And with large interest make th’advantage more.” | There will not want to follow me in fight:
To this Atrides answerd: “Though thy boast Jove will assist, and Jove assert my right. Assumes the foremost vame of all our host, But thou of all the kings (his care below) Pretend not, mighty man, that what is mine, Art least at my command, and most my foe. Control'd by thee, 1 tamely should resign.
Debates, dissensions, uproars, are thy joy; Shall I release the prize I gain'd by right,
Provok'd without offence, and practis'd to destroy. In taken towns, and many a bloody figlit,
Strength is ot' brutes, and not thy boast alorie; While thou detain'st Briseis in thy bands,
At least 'tis lent from Heaven; and not thy own. By priestly glossing on the god's commands ? Fly then, ill-manner'd, to thy native land, Resolve on this, (a short alternative)
And there thy ant-boru myrmidons command. Quit mine, or, in exchange, another give;
But mark this menace; since I must resign Else I, assure thy soul, by sovereign right
My black-ey'd mnaid, to please the powers divine: Will seize thy captive in thy own despight. (A well-rigy'd vessel in the port attends, Or from stout Ajax, or Ulysses, bear
Mann'd at ny charge, commanded by my friends,) What other prize my fancy shail prefer:
The ship shall wait her to her wish'd abode, (god. Then softly murmur, or aloud complain,
Full fiaught with holy bribes to the far-shooting Rage as you please, you shall resist in vain. This thus dispatch’d, I owe myself the care, But more of this, in proper time and place; My fame and injur'd honour to repair: To things of greater moment let us pass.
From thy own tent, proud man, in thy despight, A ship to sail the sacred seas prepare;
This hand shall ravish thy pretended right.
Aud, justled by two tides of equal sway,
Betwixt his reason, and his rage untam'd; At this Achilles rollid his furious eyes,
One whisper'd soft, and one aloud reclajın'd: Fix'd on the king askant; and thus replies: That only counsel'd to the safer side ; , impudent, regardful of thy oivn,
This to the sword, his ready hand apply'd. Whose thoughts are center'd on thyself alone, Unpunished to support th' affront was hard: Advanc'd to sovereign sway, for better ends Nor easy was th' attempt to force the guard. Than thus like abject slaves to treat thy friends. But suon the thirst of vengeance fir'd bis blood : What Greek is he, that, urg'd by thy command, Half shone his falchion, and half sheatlı'd it Against the Trojan troops will lift his hand ?
stood. Not I: nor such enforc'd respect I owe ;
In that nice moment, Pallas, from above, Nor Pergamus I hate, nor Priam is my foe. Commission'd by th' imperial wife of Jove, What wrong from Troy remote could I sustain, Descended swift (the white-arm'd queen wasloath To leave my fruitful soil and happy reign, The tight should follow ; for she favour'l both): And plough the surges of the stormy main? Just as in act he stood, in clouds enshrin'd, Thes, frontless man, we follow'd from afar; Her hand she fasten'd on his bair behind: Thy instruments of death, and tools of war. Then backward by his yellow curls she drew; Thine is the triumph: ours the toil alone:
To him, and him alone, confess'd in view. We bear thee on our backs, and mount thee on Tana'd by superior force, he turn'd his eyes the throne.
Aghast at first, and stupid with surprise : For thee we fall in fight; for thee redress
But by her sparkling eyes, and ardent look, Thy baffled brother; not the wrongs of Greece. The virgin-warrior knowı, he thus bespoke : And now thou threaten'st with unjust decree, “ Com'st thou, Celestial, to behold my wrongs? To punish thy affronting Heaven, on me.
To view the vengeance which to crimes belongs?" To seize the prize which I so dearly bought; Thus he. The blue-ey'd goddess thus rejoin'd: By common suffrage given, confirm'd by lot. "I come to calm thy turbulence of mind, Mean match to thine: for still above the rest If Reason will resume her sovereign sway, Thy book'd rapacious bands usurp the best. And, sent by Juno, her commands obey. Thouzh mine are first in fight, to force the prey; Equal she loves you both, and I protect: And last sustain the labours of the day.
Then give thy guardian gods their due respect; Nor grudge I thee the much the Grecians give; And cease contention; be thy words severe, Nur murmuring take the little I receive.
Sharp as he merits : but the sword forbear. Yet ev's this little, thou, who wouldst engross An hour unhop'd already wings her way, The whole, insatiate, envy'st as thy loss.
When he his dire affront shall dearly pay: Know, then, for Phthia fix'd is my return: When the proud king shall sue, with treble gain, Better at home my ill-paid pains to mourn, To quit thy loss, and conquer thy disdain, Tuan from an equal here sustain the public But thou, secure of my unfailing word, scorn."
Compose thy swelling soul, and sheath the sword."
The youth thus answer'd mild: “ Auspicious | But let Pelides in his prize rejoice, maid,
Achiev'd in arms, allow'd by public voice. Heaven's will be mine, and your commands obey'd. Nor thou, brave champion, with his power conten?, The gods are just, and when, subduing sense, Before whose throne, ev'n kings their lower'd We serve their powers, provide the recompense."
sceptres bend. He said ; with surly faith believ'd her word, The head of action he, and thou the hand, And in the sheath, reluctant, plung'd the sword. Matchless thy force; but mightier his command. Her message done, she mounts the bless'd abodes, Thou first, o king, release the rights of sway; And mix'd among the senate of the gods.
Power, self-restrain'd, the people best obey. At her departure his disdain return'd;
Sanctions of law from thee derive their source; The fire she fann'd, with greater fury burn'd; Command thyself, whom no commands can force. Rumbling within, till thus it found a vent: The son o Thetis, rampire of our host, “ Dastard, and drunkard, mean and insolent: Is worth our care to keep; nor shall my prayers be Tongue-valiant hero, vaunter of thy might,
lost.” In threats the foremost, but the lag in fight;
Thus Nestor said, and ceasd: Atrides broke When didst thou thrust amid the mingled prease, His silence next; but ponder'd ere he spoke. Content to bid the war aloof in peace?
“ Wise are thy words, and glad I would obey, Arms are the trade of each plebeian soul; But this proud man affects imperial sway. 'Tis death to fight; but kingly to control. Controling kings, and trampling on our state, Lord-like at ease, with arbitrary power,
His will is law; and what he wilis is fate. (style To peel the chiefs, the people to devour.
The gods have given him strength: but whence the These, traitor, are thy talents; safer far
Of lawless power assum'd, or licence to revile?" Than to contend in fields, and toils of war.
Achilles cut him short; and thus reply'd: Nor couldst thou thus have dar'd the common hate, “My worth, allow'd in words, is in effect denyd. Were not their souls as abject as their state. For who but a poltron, possess'd with fear, But, by this sceptre, solemnly I swear,
Such haughty insolence can tamely bear? (Which never more green leaf or growing branch Command thy slaves : my freeborn soul disdains shall bear,
A tyrant's curb; and restiff breaks the reins. Torn from the tree, and given by Jove to those Take this along; that no dispute shall rise Who laws dispense, and mighty wrongs oppose) (Though mine the woman) for my ravish'd prize: That when the Grecians want my wonted aid, But she excepted, as unworthy strife, No gift shall bribe it, and no prayer persuade. Dare not, I charge thee dare not, on thy life, When Hector comes, the homicide, to wield Touch aught ot' mine beside, by lot my due, His conquering arms, with corps to strow the field, But stand aloof, and think profane to view : Then shalt thou mourn thy pride; and late confess This falchion, else, not hitherto withstood, My wrong repented, when 'tis past redress.” These hostile fields sball fatten with thy blood." He said: and with disdain, in open view,
He said; and rose the first: the council broke; Against the ground his golden sceptre threw ; And all their grave consults dissolv'd in smoke. Then sate: with boiling rage Atrides burn'd, The royal youth retir'd, on vengeance bent, And foam betwixt his gnashing grinders churn'd. Patroclus follow'd silent to his tent. But from his seat the Pylian prince arose,
Meantime, the king with gifts a vessel stores; With reasoning mild, their madness to compose : Supplies the banks with twenty chosen oars: Words, sweet as honey, from his mouth distilld; And next, to reconcile the shooter god, Two centuries already he fulfill'd;
Within her hollow sides the sacrifice he stow'd: And now began the third ; unbroken yet:
Chryseis last was set on board; whose hand Once fam'd for courage; still in council great. Ulysses took, intrusted with command :
“What worse,” he said, “ can Argos undergo, They plow the liquid seas, and leave the lessenWhat can more gratify the Phrygian foe,
ing land. Than these distemper'd heats? If both the lights Atrides then, his outward zeal to boast, Of Greece their private interest disunites ! Bade purify the sin-polluted host. Believe a friend, with thrice your years increas'd, With perfect hecatombs the god they grac'd ; And let these youthful passions be repress'd : Whose offer'd entrails in the main were cast. 1 flourish'd long before your birth ; and then Black bulls and bearded goats on altars lie; Liv'd equal with a race of braver men
And clouds of savory stench involve the sky. Than these dim eyes shall e'er behold again. These pomps the royal hypocrite design'd Ceneus and Dryas, and, excelling them,
For show; but harbour'd vengeance in bis mind:
At length discover'd his conceal'd intent.
Heralds of arms, and ministers of trust, [way: When salvage beasts, and men's more salvage He call'd, and thus bespoke: “Haste hence your bands,
And from the goddess-born demand his prey.
This hard command unwilling they obey,
And o'er the barren shore pursue their way, Thou, king of men, stretch not thy sovereign sway Where quarter'd in their camp the fierce Thessa. Beyond the bounds free subjects can obey :
Their sovereign seated on his chair, they find; The good old man, forlorn of human aid,
Por vengeance to his heavenly patron pray'd :
And heaps on heaps of slaughter'd Greeks lay He soon, the cause divining, clear'd his brow;
dead, And thus did liberty of speech allow.
While round the camp he rang'd: at length arose “ Interpreters of gods and men, be bold : À seer who well divin'd; and durst disclose Awful your character, and uncontrol'd,
The source of all our ills: I took the word; Howe'er unpleasing be the news you bring, And urg'd the sacred slave to be restord, I blame not you, but your imperious king. The god appeas'd: the swelling monarch stormd: Yon come, I know, my captive to demand; And then the vengeance vow'd, he since perforin'd: Patroclus, give her to the herald's hand.
The Greeks, 'tis true, their ruin to prevent, But you, authentic witnesses I bring,
Have to the royal priest his daughter sent; Before the gods, and your ungrateful king,
But from their haughty king his heralds came, Of this my manifest: that never more
And seiz'd, by his command, my captive dame, This hand shall combat on the crooked shore : By common suffrage given; but, thou, be won, No, let the Grecian powers, oppress'd in figlit, If in thy power, t'avenge thy injur'd son: Unpity'd perish in their tyrant's siglit.
Ascend the skies; and supplicating move Bliad of the future, and by rage misled,
Thy just complaints, to cloud-compelling Jove He pulls his crimes upon his people's head : If thou by either word or deed hast wrought Fore'd from the field in trenches to contend, A kind remembrance in his grateful thought, And his insulted camp from foes defend."
Urge him by that: for often hast thou said He said ; and soon obeying his intent,
Thy power was once not useless in his aid, Patroclus brought Briseis from her tent;
When he, who high above the highest reigns,
Sole on the barren sands the suffering chief Thou brought'st Briareus with his hundred hands,
By his terrestrial name Ægeou know :
Twice stronger than his sire, who sat above Unhappy parent of a short-liv'd son, Assessor to the throne of thundering Jove.) Since Jove in pity by thy prayers was won The gods, dismay'd at his approach, withdrew, To grace my small remains of breath with fame, Nor durst their unaccomplish'd crime pursue. Why loads he this imbitter'd life with shame? That action to his grateful mind recal; Suffering his king of men to force my slave, Embrace his knees, and at his footstool fall: Whom, well deserv'd in war, the Grecians gave." That now, if ever, he will aid our foes;
Set by old Ocean's side the goddess heard; Let Troy's triumphant troops the camp enclos : Then from the sacred deep her head she reard: Ours beaten to the shore, the siege forsake; Rose like a morning-mist; and thus begum And what their king deserves, with him partake. To sooth the sorrows of her plaintive son: That the proud tyrant, at his proper cost, *Why cries my Care, and wby conceals his smart? May learn the value of the man he lost.” Let thy amicted parent share her part.”
To whom the mother-goddess thus reply'd, Then, sighing from the bottom of his breast, Sigh'd ere she spoke, and while she spoke she cry'd: To the sea-goddess thus the goddess-born ad- Ah, wretched me! by Fates averse, decreed, dress'd :
To bring thee forth with pain, with care to breed ! ** Thou know'st my pain, which telling but recals: Did envious Heaven not otherwise ordain, By force of arms we raz'd the Theban walls; Safe in thy bollow ships thou shouldst remaini 'The ransack'd city, taken by our toils,
Nor ever tempt the fatal field again. We left, and hither brought the golden spoils; But now thy planet sheds his poisonous rays, Equal we shar'd them; but before the rest, And short, and full of sorrow are thy days. The proud Prerogative had seiz'd the best. For what remains, to Heaven I will ascend, Chryseis was the greedy tyrant's prize,
And at the Thunderer's throne thy suit commend. Chryseis rosy-cheek’d, with charming eyes. Till then, secure in ships, abstain from fight; Her sire, Apollo's priest, arriv'd to buy,
hudulge thy grief in tears, and vent thy spight. With proffer'd gifts of price, his daughter's liberty. For yesterday the court of Heaven with Jove Suppliant before the Grecian chiefs he stood, Remov'd; 'tis dead vacation now above. Awful, and arm'd with ensigns of his god : Twelve days the gods their solemn revels keep, Bare was his hoary head, one boly hand
And quaff with blameless Ethiops in the deep. Helf forth his laurel-crown, and one, bis sceptre Return’d from thence, to Heaven my flight I take, of command.
Knock at the brazen gates, and Providence awake. His snit was common, but above the rest Embrace his knees, and suppliant to the sire, To both the brother-princes was address'd. Doubt not I will obtain the grant of thy desire." With shouts of loud acclaim the Greeks agree She said: and parting left him on the place, To take the gifts, to set the prisoner free. Swoln with disdain, resenting his disgrace: Not so the tyrant, who with scorn the priest Revengeful thoughts revolving in his mind, Receivid, and with opprobrious words dismiss'd. He wept for anger, and for love he pin'da
Meantime with prosperous gales Ulysses brought | Meantime the goddess-born in secret pin'd;
[race, The hecatomb to please the shooter king.
Now, when twelve days complete had run their The dame before an altar's holy fire
The gods bethought them of the cares belonging Ulysses led; and thus bespoke her sire:
to their place. “ Reverenc'd be thon, and be thy god ador'd : Jove at their head ascending from the sea, The king of men thy danghter has restord; A shoal of puny powers attend his way. And sent by me with presents and with prayer; Then Thetis, not unmindful of her son, He recommends him to thy pious care.
Emerging from the deep, to beg her boon, That Phæbus at thy suit his wrath may cease, Pursued their track; and waken'd from his rest, And give the penitent offenders peace.”
Before the sovereign stood a morning guest. He said, and gave her to her father's hands, Him in the circle, but apart, she found: Who glad receiv'd her, free from servile bands. The rest at awful distance stood around. This done, in order they, with sober grace, She bow'd, and ere she durst her suit begin, Their gifts around the well-built altar place. One hand embrac'd his knees, one prop'd his chin. Then wash'd, and took the cakes; while Chryses Then thus: “ If I, celestial sire, in ought stood
Have serv'd thy will, or gratify'd thy thought, With hands upheld, and thus invok'd his god : One glimpse of glory to my issue give;
- God of the silver bow, whose eyes survey Grac'd for the little time he has to live. The sacred Cilla, thou whose awful sway
Dishonour'd by the king of men he stands : Chrysa the bless'd, and Tenedos obey:
His rightful prize is ravish'd from his hands. Now hear, as thou before my prayer hast heard, But thou, O father, in my son's defence, Against the Grecians and their prince preferr'd: ssume thy power, assert thy providence. Once thou hast honour'd, honour once again Let Troy prevail, till Greece th'affront has paid Thy priest ; nor let his second vows be vain. With doubled honours; and redeem'd his aid." But from th' amicted host and humbled prince She ceas'd, but the considering god was mute, Avert thy wrath, and cease thy pestilence.” Till sbe, resolv'd to win, renew'd her suit: Apollo heard, and, conquering his disdain,
Nor loos'd her hold, but forc'd him to reply, Unbent bis bow, and Greece respir'd again. “ Or grant me my petition, or deny:
Now when the solemn rites of prayer were past, Jove cannot fear: then tell me to my face, Their salted cakes on crackling flames they cast. That I, of all the gods, am least in grace. Then, turning back, the sacrifice they sped : This I can bear.” The Cloud-compeller moura'd, The fatted oxen slew, and flea'd the dead.
And, sighing first, this answer he return'd: Chopp'd off their nervous thighs, and next pre- “ Know'st thou what clamours will disturb my par'd
reign, T involve the lean in cauls, and mend with lard. What my stunn'd ears from Juno must sustain? Sweet-breads and collops were with skewers prick'd In council she gives licence to her tongue, About the sides; imbibing what they deck'd. Loquacious, brawling, ever in the wrong. The priest with holy hands was seen to tine And now she will my partial power upbraid, The cloven wood, and pour the ruddy wine. If, alienate from Greece, I give the Trojans aid. The youth approach'd the fire, and as it rnd, But thou depart, and shun her jealous sight, On five sharp broachers rank'd, the roast they The care be mine, to do Pelides right. turn'd;
Go then, and on the faith of Jove rely : These morsels stay'd their stomachs; then the rest When, nodding to thy suit, he bows the sky. They cut in legs and fillets for the feast;
This ratifies th' irrevocable doom : Which drawn and serv'd, their hungerthey appease The sign ordain’d, that what I will shall come: With savory meat, and set their minds at ease. The stamp of Heaven, and seal of Fate.” He said,
Now when the rage of eating was repellid, And shook the sacred honours of his head. The boys with generous wine the goblets fill’d. With terrour trembled Heaven's subsiding hill: The first libations to the gods they pour:
And from his shaken curls ambrosial dews distil. And then with songs indulge the genial hour. The goddess goes exulting from his sight, Holy debauch! Till day to night they bring, And seeks the seas profound; and leaves the With hymns and pæans to the bowyer king.
realms of light, At sun-set to their ship they make return,
He moves into his hall : the powers resort, And snore secure on decks, till rosy morn.
Each from his house to fill the sovereign's court. The skies with dawning day were purpled o'er; Nor waiting summons, nor expecting stood; Awak’d, with labouring oars they leave the shore : But met with reverence, and receiv'd the god. The power appeas'd, with winds suffic'd the sail, He mounts the throne; and Juno took her place : The bellying canvass strutted with the gale; But sullen Discontent sate lowering on her face. The waves indignant roar with surly pride, With jealous eyes, at distance she had seen, And press against the sides, and, beaten off, divide. Whispering with Jove, the silver-footed queens They cut the foamy way, with force impellid Then, impotent of tongue (her silence broke) Superior, till the Trojan port they held :
Thus turbulent in rattling tone she spoke: Then hauling on the strand their galley moor, “ Author of ills, and close contriver Jove, And pitch their tents along the crooked shore. Which of thy dames, what prostitute of Love,