Lose not my winnings. Tis not fit. Ye see all I lose mine
Forc'd by another, see as well some other may resign
His prise to me." To this replied the swift-foot, god-like, son
Of Thetis, thus: "King of us all, in all ambition
Most covetous of all that breathe, why should the great-soul'd Greeks
Supply thy lost prise out of theirs? Nor what thy av'rice seeks
Our common treasury can find; so little it doth guard
Of what our ras'd towns yielded us; of all which most is shar'd,
And giv'n our soldiers; which again to take into our hands
Were ignominious and base. Now then, since God commands,
Part with thy most-lov'd prise to him; not any one of us
Exacts it of thee, yet we all, all loss thou suffer'st thus,
Will treble, quadruple, in gain, when Jupiter bestows
The sack of well-wall'd Troy on us; which by his word he owes." 130
"Do not deceive yourself with wit," he answer'd, "god-like man,
Though your good name may colour it; 'tis not your swift foot can
Outrun me here; nor shall the gloss, set on it with the God,
Persuade me to my wrong. Wouldst thou maintain in sure abode
Thine own prise, and slight me of mine? Resolve this: if our friends,
As fits in equity my worth, will right me with amends,
So rest it; otherwise, myself will enter personally
On thy prise, that of Ithacus, or Ajax, for supply;
Let him on whom I enter rage.
Hereafter, and in other place.
But come, we'll order these
Now put to sacred seas
Our black sail; in it rowers put, in it fit sacrifice;
And to these I will make ascend my so much envied prise,
119 Prise-booty, anything seized. I shall retain this orthography throughout, as more expressive of the original. Chapman uses prize elsewhere when meaning value, price. Thus, in the continuation of Marlowe's Musæus,—
"And five they hold in most especial prize,
Since 'tis the first odd number that doth rise
From the two foremost numbers' unity
That odd and even are."-Sestyad V.
139 Let him, &c.-i. e. though he may rage.
Bright-cheek'd Chryseis. For condúct of all which, we must choose
A chief out of our counsellors. Thy service we must use,
Idomeneus; Ajax, thine; or thine, wise Ithacus ;
Or thine, thou terriblest of men, thou son of Peleus,
Which fittest were, that thou might'st see these holy acts perform'd
For which thy cunning zeal so pleads; and he, whose bow thus storm'd
For our offences, may be calm'd." Achilles, with a frown,
Thus answer'd: "O thou impudent! of no good but thine own
Ever respectful, but of that with all craft covetous,
With what heart can a man attempt a service dangerous,
Or at thy voice be spirited to fly upon a foe,
Thy mind thus wretched? For myself, I was not injur'd so
By any Trojan, that my pow'rs should bid them any blows;
In nothing bear they blame of me; Phthia, whose bosom flows
With corn and people, never felt impair of her increase
By their invasion; hills enow, and far-resounding seas,
Pour out their shades and deeps between; but thee, thou frontless man,
We follow, and thy triumphs make with bonfires of our bane;
Thine, and thy brother's, vengeance sought, thou dog's eyes, of this Troy
By our expos'd lives; whose deserts thou neither dost employ
With honour nor with care. And now, thou threat'st to force from me
The fruit of my sweat, which the Greeks gave all; and though it be,
Compar'd with thy part, then snatch'd up, nothing; nor ever is
any sack'd town; but of fight, the fetcher in of this,
My hands have most share; in whose toils when I have emptied me
Of all my forces, my amends in liberality,
Though it be little, I accept, and turn pleas'd to my tent;
And yet that little thou esteem'st too great a continent
In thy incontinent avarice. For Phthia therefore now
My course is; since 'tis better far, than here t' endure that thou
155 Bid-threaten, challenge.
162 The second folio has "your exposed lives;" evidently an error of the press. 164 The Greeks gave all-i. e. all the Greeks gave. See 388.
Continent-i. e. possession. Continent incontinent, a quibble of Chapman's.
Should'st still be ravishing my right, draw my whole treasure dry,
And add dishonour." He replied: "If thy heart serve thee, fly;
Stay not for my cause; others here will aid and honour me;
If not, yet Jove I know is sure; that counsellor is he
That I depend on. As for thee, of all our Jove-kept kings
Thou still art most my enemy; strifes, battles, bloody things,
Make thy blood-feasts still. But if strength, that these moods build upon,
Flow in thy nerves, God gave thee it; and so 'tis not thine own,
But in his hands still. What then lifts thy pride in this so high?
Home with thy fleet, and Myrmidons; use there their empery;
Command not here. I weigh thee not, nor mean to magnify
Thy rough-hewn rages, but, instead, I thus far threaten thee:
Since Phœbus needs will force from me Chryseis, she shall go;
My ships and friends shall waft her home; but I will imitate so
His pleasure, that mine own shall take, in person, from thy tent
Bright-cheek'd Briseis; and so tell thy strength how eminent
My pow'r is, being compar'd with thine; all other making fear
To vaunt equality with me, or in this proud kind bear
Their beards against me." Thetis' son at this stood vex'd, his heart
Bristled his bosom, and two ways drew his discursive part;
If, from his thigh his sharp sword drawn, he should make room about Atrides' person, slaught'ring him, or sit his anger out,
And curb his spirit. While these thoughts striv'd in his blood and mind, And he his sword drew, down from heav'n Athenia stoop'd, and shin'd About his temples, being sent by th' ivory-wristed Queen,
Saturnia, who out of her heart had ever loving been,
And careful for the good of both. She stood behind, and took
Achilles by the yellow curls, and only gave her look
174 Fly-the second folio and Dr. Taylor, flee. 175 Others-the second folio, other.
192 Discursive part-reasoning power. 198 Saturnia-Juno.
200 Only gave her look to him appearance--i. e. only made her likeness seen by
To him appearance; not a man of all the rest could see.
He turning back his eye, amaze strook every faculty;
Yet straight he knew her by her eyes, so terrible they were,
Sparkling with ardour, and thus spake: "Thou seed of Jupiter,
Why com'st thou? To behold his pride, that boasts our empery ?
Then witness with it my revenge, and see that insolence die
That lives to wrong me." She replied: "I come from heav'n to see
Thy anger settled, if thy soul will use her sov'reignty
In fit reflection. I am sent from Juno, whose affects
Stand heartily inclin'd to both. Come, give us both respects,
And cease contention; draw no sword; use words, and such as may Be bitter to his pride, but just; for, trust in what I say,
A time shall come, when, thrice the worth of that he forceth now,
He shall propose for recompense of these wrongs; therefore throw
Reins on thy passions, and serve us." He answer'd: "Though my heart
Burn in just anger, yet my soul must conquer th' angry part,
And yield you conquest. Who subdues his earthly part for heav'n,
Heav'n to his pray'rs subdues his wish." This said, her charge was giv'n
Fit honour; in his silver hilt he held his able hand,
And forc'd his broad sword up; and up to heav'n did re-ascend
Minerva, who, in Jove's high roof that bears the rough shield, took
Her place with other deities. She gone, again forsook
Patience his passion, and no more his silence could confine
His wrath, that this broad language gave: "Thou ever steep'd in wine, Dog's face, with heart but of a hart, that nor in th' open eye
Of fight dar'st thrust into a prease, nor with our noblest lie
In secret ambush! These works seem too full of death for thee;
'Tis safer far in th' open host to dare an injury
To any crosser of thy lust. Thou subject-eating king!
Base spirits thou govern'st, or this wrong had been the last foul thing 230
Thou ever author'dst; yet I vow, and by a great oath swear,
Ev'n by this sceptre, that, as this never again shall bear
209 Affects-affections, passions.
232 This simile Virgil directly translates."-CHAPMAN.
Green leaves or branches, nor increase with any growth his size,
Nor did since first it left the hills, and had his faculties
And ornaments bereft with iron; which now to other end
Judges of Greece bear, and their laws, receiv'd from Jove, defend;
(For which my oath to thee is great); so, whensoever need
Shall burn with thirst of me thy host, no pray'rs shall ever breed
Affection in me to their aid, though well-deserved woes
Afflict thee for them, when to death man-slaught'ring Hector throws 240
Whole troops of them, and thou torment'st thy vex'd mind with conceit
Of thy rude rage now, and his wrong that most deserv'd the right
Of all thy army." Thus, he threw his seeptre 'gainst the ground,
With golden studs stuck, and took seat. Atrides' breast was drown'd
In rising choler. Up to both sweet-spoken Nestor stood,
The cunning Pylian orator, whose tongue pour'd forth a flood
Of more-than-honey-sweet discourse; two ages were increas'd
Of divers-languag'd men, all born in his time and deceas'd,
In sacred Pylos, where he reign'd amongst the third-ag'd men.
He, well-seen in the world, advis'd, and thus express'd it then :
"O Gods! Our Greek earth will be drown'd in just tears; rapeful Troy,
Her king, and all his sons, will make as just a mock, and joy,
Of these disjunctions; if of you, that all our host excel
In counsel and in skill of fight, they hear this. Come, repel
These young men's passions. Y' are not both, put both
So old as I. I liv'd long since, and was companion
With men superior to you both, who yet would ever hear
My counsels with respect. My eyes yet never witness were,
Nor ever will be, of such men as then delighted them;
Pirithous, Exadius, and god-like Polypheme,
Cæneus, and Dryas prince of men, gean Thesëus,
A man like heav'n's immortals form'd; all, all most vigorous,
243 The second folio has "this wrong."
25 The second folio has "put both you years." It will not be necessary to note all the manifest errors that disfigure this second edition.
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