Iliad

Then Pallas breath'd in Tydeus' son; to render whom supreme

ἔνθʼ αὖ Τυδεΐδῃ Διομήδεϊ Παλλὰς Ἀθήνη

To all the Greeks, at all his parts, she cast a hotter beam

δῶκε μένος καὶ θάρσος, ἵνʼ ἔκδηλος μετὰ πᾶσιν

On his high mind, his body fill'd with much superior might,

Ἀργείοισι γένοιτο ἰδὲ κλέος ἐσθλὸν ἄροιτο·

And made his cómplete armour cast a far more cómplete light.

δαῖέ οἱ ἐκ κόρυθός τε καὶ ἀσπίδος ἀκάματον πῦρ

From his bright helm and shield did burn a most unwearied fire,

ἀστέρʼ ὀπωρινῷ ἐναλίγκιον, ὅς τε μάλιστα

Like rich Autumnus' golden lamp, whose brightness men admire

λαμπρὸν παμφαίνῃσι λελουμένος ὠκεανοῖο·

Past all the other host of stars, when, with his cheerful face

τοῖόν οἱ πῦρ δαῖεν ἀπὸ κρατός τε καὶ ὤμων,

Fresh wash'd in lofty Ocean waves, he doth the skies enchase.

ὦρσε δέ μιν κατὰ μέσσον ὅθι πλεῖστοι κλονέοντο.

To let whose glory, lose no sight, still Pallas made him turn

ἦν δέ τις ἐν Τρώεσσι Δάρης ἀφνειὸς ἀμύμων

Where tumult most express'd his pow'r, and where the fight did burn.

ἱρεὺς Ἡφαίστοιο· δύω δέ οἱ υἱέες ἤστην

An honest and a wealthy man inhabited in Troy,

Φηγεὺς Ἰδαῖός τε μάχης εὖ εἰδότε πάσης.

Dares, the priest of Mulciber, who two sons did enjoy,

τώ οἱ ἀποκρινθέντε ἐναντίω ὁρμηθήτην·

Idæus, and bold Phegeüs, well-seen in ev'ry fight.

τὼ μὲν ἀφʼ ἵπποιιν, ὃ δʼ ἀπὸ χθονὸς ὄρνυτο πεζός.

These (singled from their troops, and hors'd) assail'd Minerva's knight,

οἳ δʼ ὅτε δὴ σχεδὸν ἦσαν ἐπʼ ἀλλήλοισιν ἰόντες

Who rang'd from fight to fight on foot. All hasting mutual charge,

Φηγεύς ῥα πρότερος προΐει δολιχόσκιον ἔγχος·

And now drawn near, first Phegeus threw a jav'lin swift and large,

Τυδεΐδεω δʼ ὑπὲρ ὦμον ἀριστερὸν ἤλυθʼ ἀκωκὴ

Whose head the king's left shoulder took, but did no harm at all;

ἔγχεος, οὐδʼ ἔβαλʼ αὐτόν· ὃ δʼ ὕστερος ὄρνυτο χαλκῷ

Then rush'd he out a lance at him, that had no idle fall,

Τυδεΐδης· τοῦ δʼ οὐχ ἅλιον βέλος ἔκφυγε χειρός,

But in his breast stuck 'twixt the paps, and strook him from his horse.

ἀλλʼ ἔβαλε στῆθος μεταμάζιον, ὦσε δʼ ἀφʼ ἵππων.

Which stern sight when Idæus saw, distrustful of his force

Ἰδαῖος δʼ ἀπόρουσε λιπὼν περικαλλέα δίφρον,

To save his slaughter'd brother's spoil, it made him headlong leap

οὐδʼ ἔτλη περιβῆναι ἀδελφειοῦ κταμένοιο·

From his fair chariot, and leave all; yet had not 'scap'd the heap

οὐδὲ γὰρ οὐδέ κεν αὐτὸς ὑπέκφυγε κῆρα μέλαιναν,

Of heavy fun'ral, if the God, great President of fire,

ἀλλʼ Ἥφαιστος ἔρυτο, σάωσε δὲ νυκτὶ καλύψας,

Had not in sudden clouds of smoke and pity of his sire

ὡς δή οἱ μὴ πάγχυ γέρων ἀκαχήμενος εἴη.

To leave him utterly unheir'd, giv'n safe pass to his feet.

ἵππους δʼ ἐξελάσας μεγαθύμου Τυδέος υἱὸς

He gone, Tydides sent the horse and chariot to the fleet.

δῶκεν ἑταίροισιν κατάγειν κοίλας ἐπὶ νῆας.

The Trojans seeing Dares' sons one slain, the other fled,

Τρῶες δὲ μεγάθυμοι ἐπεὶ ἴδον υἷε Δάρητος

Were strook amaz'd. The blue-ey'd Maid (to grace her Diomed

τὸν μὲν ἀλευάμενον, τὸν δὲ κτάμενον παρʼ ὄχεσφι,

In giving free way to his pow'r) made this so ruthful fact

πᾶσιν ὀρίνθη θυμός· ἀτὰρ γλαυκῶπις Ἀθήνη

A fit advantage to remove the War-god out of act,

χειρὸς ἑλοῦσʼ ἐπέεσσι προσηύδα θοῦρον Ἄρηα·

Who rag'd so on the Ilion side. She grip'd his hand, and said:

Ἆρες Ἄρες βροτολοιγὲ μιαιφόνε τειχεσιπλῆτα

“Mars, Mars, thou ruiner of men, that in the dust hast laid

οὐκ ἂν δὴ Τρῶας μὲν ἐάσαιμεν καὶ Ἀχαιοὺς

So many cities, and with blood thy godhead dost distain,

μάρνασθʼ, ὁπποτέροισι πατὴρ Ζεὺς κῦδος ὀρέξῃ,

Now shall we cease to show our breasts as passionate as men,

νῶϊ δὲ χαζώμεσθα, Διὸς δʼ ἀλεώμεθα μῆνιν;

And leave the mixture of our hands, resigning Jove his right,

ὣς εἰποῦσα μάχης ἐξήγαγε θοῦρον Ἄρηα·

As Rector of the Gods, to give the glory of the fight

τὸν μὲν ἔπειτα καθεῖσεν ἐπʼ ἠϊόεντι Σκαμάνδρῳ,

Where he affecteth, lest he force what he should freely yield?”

Τρῶας δʼ ἔκλιναν Δαναοί· ἕλε δʼ ἄνδρα ἕκαστος

He held it fit, and went with her from the tumultuous field,

ἡγεμόνων· πρῶτος δὲ ἄναξ ἀνδρῶν Ἀγαμέμνων

Who set him in an herby seat on broad Scamander's shore.

ἀρχὸν Ἁλιζώνων Ὀδίον μέγαν ἔκβαλε δίφρου·

He gone, all Troy was gone with him, the Greeks drave all before.

πρώτῳ γὰρ στρεφθέντι μεταφρένῳ ἐν δόρυ πῆξεν

And ev'ry leader slew a man; but first the king of men

ὤμων μεσσηγύς, διὰ δὲ στήθεσφιν ἔλασσε,

Deserv'd the honour of his name, and led the slaughter then,

δούπησεν δὲ πεσών, ἀράβησε δὲ τεύχεʼ ἐπʼ αὐτῷ.

And slew a leader, one more huge than any man he led,

Ἰδομενεὺς δʼ ἄρα Φαῖστον ἐνήρατο Μῄονος υἱὸν

Great Odius, duke of Halizons; quite from his chariot's head

Βώρου, ὃς ἐκ Τάρνης ἐριβώλακος εἰληλούθει.

He strook him with a lance to earth, as first he flight address'd;

τὸν μὲν ἄρʼ Ἰδομενεὺς δουρικλυτὸς ἔγχεϊ μακρῷ

It took his forward-turnéd back, and look'd out of his breast;

νύξʼ ἵππων ἐπιβησόμενον κατὰ δεξιὸν ὦμον·

His huge trunk sounded, and his arms did echo the resound.

ἤριπε δʼ ἐξ ὀχέων, στυγερὸς δʼ ἄρα μιν σκότος εἷλε.

Idomenæus to the death did noble Phæstus wound,

τὸν μὲν ἄρʼ Ἰδομενῆος ἐσύλευον θεράποντες·

The son of Meon-Borus, that from cloddy Terna came;

υἱὸν δὲ Στροφίοιο Σκαμάνδριον αἵμονα θήρης

Who, taking chariot, took his wound, and tumbled with the same

Ἀτρεΐδης Μενέλαος ἕλʼ ἔγχεϊ ὀξυόεντι

From his attempted seat: the lance through his right shoulder strook,

ἐσθλὸν θηρητῆρα· δίδαξε γὰρ Ἄρτεμις αὐτὴ

And horrid darkness strook through him; the spoil his soldiers took.

βάλλειν ἄγρια πάντα, τά τε τρέφει οὔρεσιν ὕλη·

Atrides-Menelaus slew, as he before him fled,

ἀλλʼ οὔ οἱ τότε γε χραῖσμʼ Ἄρτεμις ἰοχέαιρα,

Scamandrius, son of Strophius, that was a huntsman bred;

οὐδὲ ἑκηβολίαι ᾗσιν τὸ πρίν γε κέκαστο·

A skilful huntsman, for his skill Diana's self did teach,

ἀλλά μιν Ἀτρεΐδης δουρικλειτὸς Μενέλαος

And made him able with his dart infallibly to reach

πρόσθεν ἕθεν φεύγοντα μετάφρενον οὔτασε δουρὶ

All sorts of subtlest savages, which many a woody hill

ὤμων μεσσηγύς, διὰ δὲ στήθεσφιν ἔλασσεν,

Bred for him, and he much preserv'd, and all to show his skill.

ἤριπε δὲ πρηνής, ἀράβησε δὲ τεύχεʼ ἐπʼ αὐτῷ.

Yet not the dart-delighting Queen taught him to shun this dart,

Μηριόνης δὲ Φέρεκλον ἐνήρατο, τέκτονος υἱὸν

Nor all his hitting so far off, the mast'ry of his art;

Ἁρμονίδεω, ὃς χερσὶν ἐπίστατο δαίδαλα πάντα

His back receiv'd it, and he fell upon his breast withal;

τεύχειν· ἔξοχα γάρ μιν ἐφίλατο Παλλὰς Ἀθήνη·

His body's ruin, and his arms, so sounded in his fall,

ὃς καὶ Ἀλεξάνδρῳ τεκτήνατο νῆας ἐΐσας

That his affrighted horse flew off, and left him, like his life.

ἀρχεκάκους, αἳ πᾶσι κακὸν Τρώεσσι γένοντο

Meriones slew Phereclus, whom she that ne'er was wife,

οἷ τʼ αὐτῷ, ἐπεὶ οὔ τι θεῶν ἐκ θέσφατα ᾔδη.

Yet Goddess of good housewives, held in excellent respect

τὸν μὲν Μηριόνης ὅτε δὴ κατέμαρπτε διώκων

For knowing all the witty things that grace an architect,

βεβλήκει γλουτὸν κατὰ δεξιόν· ἣ δὲ διαπρὸ

And having pow'r to give it all the cunning use of hand.

ἀντικρὺ κατὰ κύστιν ὑπʼ ὀστέον ἤλυθʼ ἀκωκή·

Harmonides, his sire, built ships, and made him understand,

γνὺξ δʼ ἔριπʼ οἰμώξας, θάνατος δέ μιν ἀμφεκάλυψε.

With all the practice it requir'd, the frame of all that skill.

Πήδαιον δʼ ἄρʼ ἔπεφνε Μέγης Ἀντήνορος υἱὸν

He built all Alexander's ships, that author'd all the ill

ὅς ῥα νόθος μὲν ἔην, πύκα δʼ ἔτρεφε δῖα Θεανὼ

Of all the Trojans and his own, because he did not know

ἶσα φίλοισι τέκεσσι χαριζομένη πόσεϊ ᾧ.

The oracles advising Troy (for fear of overthrow)

τὸν μὲν Φυλεΐδης δουρὶ κλυτὸς ἐγγύθεν ἐλθὼν

To meddle with no sea affair, but live by tilling land.

βεβλήκει κεφαλῆς κατὰ ἰνίον ὀξέϊ δουρί·

This man Meriones surpris'd, and drave his deadly hand

ἀντικρὺ δʼ ἀνʼ ὀδόντας ὑπὸ γλῶσσαν τάμε χαλκός·

Through his right hip; the lance's head ran through the región

ἤριπε δʼ ἐν κονίῃ, ψυχρὸν δʼ ἕλε χαλκὸν ὀδοῦσιν.

About the bladder, underneath th' in-muscles and the bone;

Εὐρύπυλος δʼ Εὐαιμονίδης Ὑψήνορα δῖον

He, sighing, bow'd his knees to death, and sacrific'd to earth.

υἱὸν ὑπερθύμου Δολοπίονος, ὅς ῥα Σκαμάνδρου

Phylides stay'd Pedæus' flight, Antenor's bastard birth,

ἀρητὴρ ἐτέτυκτο, θεὸς δʼ ὣς τίετο δήμῳ,

Whom virtuous Theano his wife, to please her husband, kept

τὸν μὲν ἄρʼ Εὐρύπυλος, Εὐαίμονος ἀγλαὸς υἱός,

As tenderly as those she lov'd. Phylides near him stept,

πρόσθεν ἕθεν φεύγοντα μεταδρομάδην ἔλασʼ ὦμον

And in the fountain of the nerves did drench his fervent lance,

φασγάνῳ ἀΐξας, ἀπὸ δʼ ἔξεσε χεῖρα βαρεῖαν·

At his head's back-part; and so far the sharp head did advance,

αἱματόεσσα δὲ χεὶρ πεδίῳ πέσε· τὸν δὲ κατʼ ὄσσε

It cleft the organ of his speech, and th' iron, cold as death,

ἔλλαβε πορφύρεος θάνατος καὶ μοῖρα κραταιή.

He took betwixt his grinning teeth, and gave the air his breath.

ὣς οἳ μὲν πονέοντο κατὰ κρατερὴν ὑσμίνην·

Eurypylus, the much renown'd, and great Evemon's son,

Τυδεΐδην δʼ οὐκ ἂν γνοίης ποτέροισι μετείη

Divine Hypsenor slew, begot by stout Dolopion,

ἠὲ μετὰ Τρώεσσιν ὁμιλέοι ἦ μετʼ Ἀχαιοῖς.

And consecrate Scamander's priest; he had a God's regard

θῦνε γὰρ ἂμ πεδίον ποταμῷ πλήθοντι ἐοικὼς

Amongst the people; his hard flight the Grecian follow'd hard,

χειμάρρῳ, ὅς τʼ ὦκα ῥέων ἐκέδασσε γεφύρας·

Rush'd in so close, that with his sword he on his shoulder laid

τὸν δʼ οὔτʼ ἄρ τε γέφυραι ἐεργμέναι ἰσχανόωσιν,

A blow that his arm's brawn cut off; nor there his vigour stay'd,

οὔτʼ ἄρα ἕρκεα ἴσχει ἀλωάων ἐριθηλέων

But drave down, and from off his wrist it hew'd his holy hand

ἐλθόντʼ ἐξαπίνης ὅτʼ ἐπιβρίσῃ Διὸς ὄμβρος·

That gush'd out blood, and down it dropp'd upon the blushing sand;

πολλὰ δʼ ὑπʼ αὐτοῦ ἔργα κατήριπε κάλʼ αἰζηῶν·

Death, with his purple finger, shut, and violent fate, his eyes.

ὣς ὑπὸ Τυδεΐδῃ πυκιναὶ κλονέοντο φάλαγγες

Thus fought these, but distinguish'd well. Tydides so implies

Τρώων, οὐδʼ ἄρα μιν μίμνον πολέες περ ἐόντες.

His fury that you could not know whose side had interest

τὸν δʼ ὡς οὖν ἐνόησε Λυκάονος ἀγλαὸς υἱὸς

In his free labours, Greece or Troy; but as a flood, increas'd

θύνοντʼ ἂμ πεδίον πρὸ ἕθεν κλονέοντα φάλαγγας,

By violent and sudden show'rs, let down from hills, like hills

αἶψʼ ἐπὶ Τυδεΐδῃ ἐτιταίνετο καμπύλα τόξα,

Melted in fury, swells and foams, and so he overfills

καὶ βάλʼ ἐπαΐσσοντα τυχὼν κατὰ δεξιὸν ὦμον

His natural channel; that besides both hedge and bridge resigns

θώρηκος γύαλον· διὰ δʼ ἔπτατο πικρὸς ὀϊστός,

To his rough confluence, far spread; and lusty flourishing vines

ἀντικρὺ δὲ διέσχε, παλάσσετο δʼ αἵματι θώρηξ.

Drown'd in his outrage; Tydeus' son so overran the field,

τῷ δʼ ἐπὶ μακρὸν ἄϋσε Λυκάονος ἀγλαὸς υἱός·

Strew'd such as flourish'd in his way, and made whole squadrons yield,

ὄρνυσθε Τρῶες μεγάθυμοι κέντορες ἵππων·

When Pandarus, Lycaon's son, beheld his ruining hand,

βέβληται γὰρ ἄριστος Ἀχαιῶν, οὐδέ ἕ φημι

With such resistless insolence, make lanes through ev'ry band,

δήθʼ ἀνσχήσεσθαι κρατερὸν βέλος, εἰ ἐτεόν με

He bent his gold-tipp'd bow of horn, and shot him rushing in,

ὦρσεν ἄναξ Διὸς υἱὸς ἀπορνύμενον Λυκίηθεν.

At his right shoulder, where his arms were hollow; forth did spin

ὣς ἔφατʼ εὐχόμενος· τὸν δʼ οὐ βέλος ὠκὺ δάμασσεν,

The blood, and down his curets ran; then Pandarus cried out:

ἀλλʼ ἀναχωρήσας πρόσθʼ ἵπποιιν καὶ ὄχεσφιν

“Rank-riding Trojans, now rush in. Now, now, I make no doubt:

ἔστη, καὶ Σθένελον προσέφη Καπανήϊον υἱόν·

Our bravest foe is mark'd for death; he cannot long sustain

ὄρσο πέπον Καπανηϊάδη, καταβήσεο δίφρου,

My violent shaft, if Jove's fair Son did worthily constrain

ὄφρά μοι ἐξ ὤμοιο ἐρύσσῃς πικρὸν ὀϊστόν.

My foot from Lycia.” Thus he brav'd, and yet his violent shaft

ὣς ἄρʼ ἔφη, Σθένελος δὲ καθʼ ἵππων ἆλτο χαμᾶζε,

Strook short with all his violence, Tydides' life was saft;

πὰρ δὲ στὰς βέλος ὠκὺ διαμπερὲς ἐξέρυσʼ ὤμου·

Who yet withdrew himself behind his chariot and steeds,

αἷμα δʼ ἀνηκόντιζε διὰ στρεπτοῖο χιτῶνος.

And call'd to Sthenelus: “Come, friend, my wounded shoulder needs

δὴ τότʼ ἔπειτʼ ἠρᾶτο βοὴν ἀγαθὸς Διομήδης·

Thy hand to ease it of this shaft.” He hasted from his seat

κλῦθί μευ αἰγιόχοιο Διὸς τέκος Ἀτρυτώνη,

Before the coach, and drew the shaft; the purple wound did sweat,

εἴ ποτέ μοι καὶ πατρὶ φίλα φρονέουσα παρέστης

And drown his shirt of mail in blood, and as it bled he pray'd:

δηΐῳ ἐν πολέμῳ, νῦν αὖτʼ ἐμὲ φῖλαι Ἀθήνη·

“Hear me, of Jove-Ægiochus thou most unconquer'd Maid!

δὸς δέ τέ μʼ ἄνδρα ἑλεῖν καὶ ἐς ὁρμὴν ἔγχεος ἐλθεῖν

If ever in the cruel field thou has assistful stood

ὅς μʼ ἔβαλε φθάμενος καὶ ἐπεύχεται, οὐδέ μέ φησι

Or to my father, or myself, now love, and do me good.

δηρὸν ἔτʼ ὄψεσθαι λαμπρὸν φάος ἠελίοιο.

Give him into my lance's reach, that thus hath giv'n a wound

ὣς ἔφατʼ εὐχόμενος· τοῦ δʼ ἔκλυε Παλλὰς Ἀθήνη,

To him thou guard'st, preventing me, and brags that never more

γυῖα δʼ ἔθηκεν ἐλαφρά, πόδας καὶ χεῖρας ὕπερθεν·

I shall behold the cheerful sun.” Thus did the king implore.

ἀγχοῦ δʼ ἱσταμένη ἔπεα πτερόεντα προσηύδα·

The Goddess heard, came near, and took the weariness of fight

θαρσῶν νῦν Διόμηδες ἐπὶ Τρώεσσι μάχεσθαι·

From all his nerves and lineaments, and made them fresh and light,

ἐν γάρ τοι στήθεσσι μένος πατρώϊον ἧκα

And said: “Be bold, O Diomed, in ev'ry combat shine,

ἄτρομον, οἷον ἔχεσκε σακέσπαλος ἱππότα Τυδεύς·

The great shield-shaker Tydeus' strength (that knight, that sire of thine)

ἀχλὺν δʼ αὖ τοι ἀπʼ ὀφθαλμῶν ἕλον ἣ πρὶν ἐπῆεν,

By my infusion breathes in thee; and from thy knowing mind

ὄφρʼ εὖ γιγνώσκῃς ἠμὲν θεὸν ἠδὲ καὶ ἄνδρα.

I have remov'd those erring mists that made it lately blind,

τὼ νῦν αἴ κε θεὸς πειρώμενος ἐνθάδʼ ἵκηται

That thou may'st diff'rence Gods from men, and therefore use thy skill

μή τι σύ γʼ ἀθανάτοισι θεοῖς ἀντικρὺ μάχεσθαι

Against the tempting Deities, if any have a will

τοῖς ἄλλοις· ἀτὰρ εἴ κε Διὸς θυγάτηρ Ἀφροδίτη

To try if thou presum'st of that, as thine, that flows from them,

ἔλθῃσʼ ἐς πόλεμον, τήν γʼ οὐτάμεν ὀξέϊ χαλκῷ.

And so assum'st above thy right. Where thou discern'st a beam

ἣ μὲν ἄρʼ ὣς εἰποῦσʼ ἀπέβη γλαυκῶπις Ἀθήνη,

Of any other Heav'nly Pow'r than She that rules in love,

Τυδεΐδης δʼ ἐξαῦτις ἰὼν προμάχοισιν ἐμίχθη

That calls thee to the change of blows, resist not, but remove;

καὶ πρίν περ θυμῷ μεμαὼς Τρώεσσι μάχεσθαι·

But if that Goddess be so bold (since she first stirr'd this war)

δὴ τότε μιν τρὶς τόσσον ἕλεν μένος ὥς τε λέοντα

Assault and mark her from the rest with some infámous scar.”

ὅν ῥά τε ποιμὴν ἀγρῷ ἐπʼ εἰροπόκοις ὀΐεσσι

The blue-eyed Goddess vanishéd, and he was seen again

χραύσῃ μέν τʼ αὐλῆς ὑπεράλμενον οὐδὲ δαμάσσῃ·

Amongst the foremost, who before though he were prompt and fain

τοῦ μέν τε σθένος ὦρσεν, ἔπειτα δέ τʼ οὐ προσαμύνει,

To fight against the Trojans' pow'rs, now, on his spirits were call'd

ἀλλὰ κατὰ σταθμοὺς δύεται, τὰ δʼ ἐρῆμα φοβεῖται·

With thrice the vigour; lion-like, that hath been lately gall'd

αἳ μέν τʼ ἀγχιστῖναι ἐπʼ ἀλλήλῃσι κέχυνται,

By some bold shepherd in a field, where his curl'd flocks were laid,

αὐτὰρ ὃ ἐμμεμαὼς βαθέης ἐξάλλεται αὐλῆς·

Who took him as he leap'd the fold, not slain yet, but appaid

ὣς μεμαὼς Τρώεσσι μίγη κρατερὸς Διομήδης.

With greater spirit, comes again, and then the shepherd hides,

ἔνθʼ ἕλεν Ἀστύνοον καὶ Ὑπείρονα ποιμένα λαῶν,

(The rather for the desolate place) and in his cot abides,

τὸν μὲν ὑπὲρ μαζοῖο βαλὼν χαλκήρεϊ δουρί,

His flocks left guardless; which, amaz'd, shake and shrink up in heaps;

τὸν δʼ ἕτερον ξίφεϊ μεγάλῳ κληῗδα παρʼ ὦμον

He, ruthless, freely takes his prey, and out again he leaps;

πλῆξʼ, ἀπὸ δʼ αὐχένος ὦμον ἐέργαθεν ἠδʼ ἀπὸ νώτου.

So sprightly, fierce, victorious, the great heroë flew

τοὺς μὲν ἔασʼ, ὃ δʼ Ἄβαντα μετῴχετο καὶ Πολύειδον

Upon the Trojans, and, at once, he two commanders slew,

υἱέας Εὐρυδάμαντος ὀνειροπόλοιο γέροντος·

Hypenor and Astynous; in one his lance he fix'd

τοῖς οὐκ ἐρχομένοις ὃ γέρων ἐκρίνατʼ ὀνείρους,

Full at the nipple of his breast; the other smote betwixt

ἀλλά σφεας κρατερὸς Διομήδης ἐξενάριξε·

The neck and shoulder with his sword, which was so well laid on

βῆ δὲ μετὰ Ξάνθόν τε Θόωνά τε Φαίνοπος υἷε

It swept his arm and shoulder off. These left, he rush'd upon

ἄμφω τηλυγέτω· ὃ δὲ τείρετο γήραϊ λυγρῷ,

Abas and Polyëidus, of old Eurydamas

υἱὸν δʼ οὐ τέκετʼ ἄλλον ἐπὶ κτεάτεσσι λιπέσθαι.

The hapless sons; who could by dreams tell what would come to pass,

ἔνθʼ ὅ γε τοὺς ἐνάριζε, φίλον δʼ ἐξαίνυτο θυμὸν

Yet, when his sons set forth to Troy, the old man could not read

ἀμφοτέρω, πατέρι δὲ γόον καὶ κήδεα λυγρὰ

By their dreams what would chance to them, for both were stricken dead

λεῖπʼ, ἐπεὶ οὐ ζώοντε μάχης ἐκνοστήσαντε

By great Tydides, After these, he takes into his rage

δέξατο· χηρωσταὶ δὲ διὰ κτῆσιν δατέοντο.

Xanthus and Thoön, Phænops' sons, born to him in his age;

ἔνθʼ υἷας Πριάμοιο δύω λάβε Δαρδανίδαο

The good old man ev'n pin'd with years, and one son more

εἰν ἑνὶ δίφρῳ ἐόντας Ἐχέμμονά τε Χρομίον τε.

To heir his goods; yet Diomed took both, and left him store

ὡς δὲ λέων ἐν βουσὶ θορὼν ἐξ αὐχένα ἄξῃ

Of tears and sorrows in their steads, since he could never see

πόρτιος ἠὲ βοὸς ξύλοχον κάτα βοσκομενάων,

His sons leave those hot wars alive; so this the end must be

ὣς τοὺς ἀμφοτέρους ἐξ ἵππων Τυδέος υἱὸς

Of all his labours; what he heap'd, to make his issue great,

βῆσε κακῶς ἀέκοντας, ἔπειτα δὲ τεύχεʼ ἐσύλα·

Authority heir'd, and with her seed fill'd his forgotten seat.

ἵππους δʼ οἷς ἑτάροισι δίδου μετὰ νῆας ἐλαύνειν.

Then snatch'd he up two Priamists, that in one chariot stood,

τὸν δʼ ἴδεν Αἰνείας ἀλαπάζοντα στίχας ἀνδρῶν,

Echemon, and fair Chromius. As feeding in a wood

βῆ δʼ ἴμεν ἄν τε μάχην καὶ ἀνὰ κλόνον ἐγχειάων

Oxen or steers are, one of which a lion leaps upon,

Πάνδαρον ἀντίθεον διζήμενος εἴ που ἐφεύροι·

Tears down, and wrings in two his neck; so, sternly, Tydeus' son

εὗρε Λυκάονος υἱὸν ἀμύμονά τε κρατερόν τε,

Threw from their chariot both these hopes of old Dardanides,

στῆ δὲ πρόσθʼ αὐτοῖο ἔπος τέ μιν ἀντίον ηὔδα·

Then took their arms, and sent their horse to those that ride the seas,

Πάνδαρε ποῦ τοι τόξον ἰδὲ πτερόεντες ὀϊστοὶ

Æneas, seeing the troops thus toss'd, brake through the heat of fight,

καὶ κλέος; ᾧ οὔ τίς τοι ἐρίζεται ἐνθάδε γʼ ἀνήρ,

And all the whizzing of the darts, to find the Lycian knight,

οὐδέ τις ἐν Λυκίῃ σέο γʼ εὔχεται εἶναι ἀμείνων.

Lycaon's son; whom having found, he thus bespake the peer;

ἀλλʼ ἄγε τῷδʼ ἔφες ἀνδρὶ βέλος Διὶ χεῖρας ἀνασχὼν

“O Pandarus, where's now thy bow, thy deathful arrows where,

ὅς τις ὅδε κρατέει καὶ δὴ κακὰ πολλὰ ἔοργε

In which no one in all our host but gives the palm to thee,

Τρῶας, ἐπεὶ πολλῶν τε καὶ ἐσθλῶν γούνατʼ ἔλυσεν·

Nor in the sun-lov'd Lycian greens, that breed our archery,

εἰ μή τις θεός ἐστι κοτεσσάμενος Τρώεσσιν

Lives any that exceeds thyself? Come, lift thy hands to Jove,

ἱρῶν μηνίσας· χαλεπὴ δὲ θεοῦ ἔπι μῆνις.

And send an arrow at this man, if but a man he prove,

τὸν δʼ αὖτε προσέειπε Λυκάονος ἀγλαὸς υἱός·

That wins such god-like victories, and now affects our host

Αἰνεία Τρώων βουληφόρε χαλκοχιτώνων

Τυδεΐδῃ μιν ἔγωγε δαΐφρονι πάντα ἐΐσκω,

With so much sorrow, since so much of our best blood is lost

ἀσπίδι γιγνώσκων αὐλώπιδί τε τρυφαλείῃ,

By his high valour. I have fear some God in him doth threat,

ἵππους τʼ εἰσορόων· σάφα δʼ οὐκ οἶδʼ εἰ θεός ἐστιν.

Incens'd for want of sacrifice; the wrath of God is great.”

εἰ δʼ ὅ γʼ ἀνὴρ ὅν φημι δαΐφρων Τυδέος υἱὸς

Lycaon's famous son replied: “Great counsellor of Troy,

οὐχ ὅ γʼ ἄνευθε θεοῦ τάδε μαίνεται, ἀλλά τις ἄγχι

This man, so excellent in arms, I think is Tydeus' joy;

ἕστηκʼ ἀθανάτων νεφέλῃ εἰλυμένος ὤμους,

I know him by his fi'ry shield, by his bright three-plum'd casque,

ὃς τούτου βέλος ὠκὺ κιχήμενον ἔτραπεν ἄλλῃ.

And by his horse; nor can I say, if or some God doth mask

ἤδη γάρ οἱ ἐφῆκα βέλος, καί μιν βάλον ὦμον

In his appearance, or he be whom I nam'd Tydeus' son,

δεξιὸν ἀντικρὺ διὰ θώρηκος γυάλοιο·

But without God the things he does for certain are not done.

καί μιν ἔγωγʼ ἐφάμην Ἀϊδωνῆϊ προϊάψειν,

Some great Immortal, that conveys his shoulders in a cloud,

ἔμπης δʼ οὐκ ἐδάμασσα· θεός νύ τίς ἐστι κοτήεις.

Goes by and puts by ev'ry dart at his bold breast bestow'd,

ἵπποι δʼ οὐ παρέασι καὶ ἅρματα τῶν κʼ ἐπιβαίην·

Or lets it take with little hurt; for I myself let fly

ἀλλά που ἐν μεγάροισι Λυκάονος ἕνδεκα δίφροι

A shaft that shot him through his arms, but had as good gone by,

καλοὶ πρωτοπαγεῖς νεοτευχέες· ἀμφὶ δὲ πέπλοι

Yet which I gloriously affirm'd had driv'n him down to hell.

πέπτανται· παρὰ δέ σφιν ἑκάστῳ δίζυγες ἵπποι

Some God is angry, and with me; for far hence, where I dwell,

ἑστᾶσι κρῖ λευκὸν ἐρεπτόμενοι καὶ ὀλύρας.

My horse and chariots idle stand, with which some other way

ἦ μέν μοι μάλα πολλὰ γέρων αἰχμητὰ Λυκάων

I might repair this shameful miss. Elev'n fair chariots stay

ἐρχομένῳ ἐπέτελλε δόμοις ἔνι ποιητοῖσιν·

In old Lycaon's court, new made, new trimm'd to have been gone,

ἵπποισίν μʼ ἐκέλευε καὶ ἅρμασιν ἐμβεβαῶτα

Curtain'd, and arrast under foot; two horse to ev'ry one,

ἀρχεύειν Τρώεσσι κατὰ κρατερὰς ὑσμίνας·

That eat white barley and black oats, and do no good at all;

ἀλλʼ ἐγὼ οὐ πιθόμην· ἦ τʼ ἂν πολὺ κέρδιον ἦεν·

And these Lycaon (that well knew how these affairs would fall)

ἵππων φειδόμενος, μή μοι δευοίατο φορβῆς

Charg'd, when I set down this design, I should command with here,

ἀνδρῶν εἰλομένων εἰωθότες ἔδμεναι ἄδην.

And gave me many lessons more, all which much better were

ὣς λίπον, αὐτὰρ πεζὸς ἐς Ἴλιον εἰλήλουθα

Than any I took forth myself. The reason I laid down

τόξοισιν πίσυνος· τὰ δέ μʼ οὐκ ἄρʼ ἔμελλον ὀνήσειν.

Was but the sparing of my horse, since in a siegéd town

ἤδη γὰρ δοιοῖσιν ἀριστήεσσιν ἐφῆκα

I thought our horse-meat would be scant; when they were us'd to have

Τυδεΐδῃ τε καὶ Ἀτρεΐδῃ, ἐκ δʼ ἀμφοτέροιιν

Their manger full; so I left them, and like a lackey slave

ἀτρεκὲς αἷμʼ ἔσσευα βαλών, ἤγειρα δὲ μᾶλλον.

Am come to Ilion, confident in nothing but my bow

τώ ῥα κακῇ αἴσῃ ἀπὸ πασσάλου ἀγκύλα τόξα

That nothing profits me. Two shafts I vainly did bestow

ἤματι τῷ ἑλόμην ὅτε Ἴλιον εἰς ἐρατεινὴν

At two great princes, but of both my arrows neither slew,

ἡγεόμην Τρώεσσι φέρων χάριν Ἕκτορι δίῳ.

Nor this, nor Atreus' younger son; a little blood I drew,

εἰ δέ κε νοστήσω καὶ ἐσόψομαι ὀφθαλμοῖσι

That serv'd but to incense them more. In an unhappy star

πατρίδʼ ἐμὴν ἄλοχόν τε καὶ ὑψερεφὲς μέγα δῶμα,

I therefore from my armoury have drawn those tools of war

αὐτίκʼ ἔπειτʼ ἀπʼ ἐμεῖο κάρη τάμοι ἀλλότριος φὼς

That day, when, for great Hector's sake, to amiable Troy:

εἰ μὴ ἐγὼ τάδε τόξα φαεινῷ ἐν πυρὶ θείην

I came to lead the Trojan bands. But if I ever joy,

χερσὶ διακλάσσας· ἀνεμώλια γάρ μοι ὀπηδεῖ.

In safe return, my country's sight, my wife's, my lofty tow'rs,

τὸν δʼ αὖτʼ Αἰνείας Τρώων ἀγὸς ἀντίον ηὔδα·

Let any stranger take this head, if to the fi'ry Pow'rs

μὴ δʼ οὕτως ἀγόρευε· πάρος δʼ οὐκ ἔσσεται ἄλλως,

This bow, these shafts, in pieces burst, by these hands be not thrown;

πρίν γʼ ἐπὶ νὼ τῷδʼ ἀνδρὶ σὺν ἵπποισιν καὶ ὄχεσφιν

Idle companions that they are to me and my renown.”

ἀντιβίην ἐλθόντε σὺν ἔντεσι πειρηθῆναι.

Æneas said: “Use no such words; for, any other way

ἀλλʼ ἄγʼ ἐμῶν ὀχέων ἐπιβήσεο, ὄφρα ἴδηαι

Than this, they shall not now be us'd. We first will both assay

οἷοι Τρώϊοι ἵπποι ἐπιστάμενοι πεδίοιο

This man with horse and chariot. Come then, ascend to me,

κραιπνὰ μάλʼ ἔνθα καὶ ἔνθα διωκέμεν ἠδὲ φέβεσθαι·

That thou may'st try our Trojan horse, how skill'd in field they be,

τὼ καὶ νῶϊ πόλιν δὲ σαώσετον, εἴ περ ἂν αὖτε

And in pursuing those that fly, or flying, being pursued,

Ζεὺς ἐπὶ Τυδεΐδῃ Διομήδεϊ κῦδος ὀρέξῃ.

How excellent they are of foot; and these, if Jove conclude

ἀλλʼ ἄγε νῦν μάστιγα καὶ ἡνία σιγαλόεντα

The 'scape of Tydeüs again, and grace him with our flight,

δέξαι, ἐγὼ δʼ ἵππων ἀποβήσομαι ὄφρα μάχωμαι·

Shall serve to bring us safely off. Come, I'll be first shall fight,

ἠὲ σὺ τόνδε δέδεξο, μελήσουσιν δʼ ἐμοὶ ἵπποι.

Take thou these fair reins and this scourge; or, if thou wilt, fight thou,

τὸν δʼ αὖτε προσέειπε Λυκάονος ἀγλαὸς υἱός·

And leave the horses' care to me.” He answer'd: “I will now

Αἰνεία σὺ μὲν αὐτὸς ἔχʼ ἡνία καὶ τεὼ ἵππω·

Descend to fight, keep thou the reins, and guide thyself thy horse;

μᾶλλον ὑφʼ ἡνιόχῳ εἰωθότι καμπύλον ἅρμα

Who with their wonted manager will better wield the force

οἴσετον, εἴ περ ἂν αὖτε φεβώμεθα Τυδέος υἱόν·

Of the impulsive chariot, if we be driv'n to fly,

μὴ τὼ μὲν δείσαντε ματήσετον, οὐδʼ ἐθέλητον

Than with a stranger; under whom they will be much more shy,

ἐκφερέμεν πολέμοιο τεὸν φθόγγον ποθέοντε,

And, fearing my voice, wishing thine, grow resty, nor go on

νῶϊ δʼ ἐπαΐξας μεγαθύμου Τυδέος υἱὸς

To bear us off, but leave engag'd for mighty Tydeus' son

αὐτώ τε κτείνῃ καὶ ἐλάσσῃ μώνυχας ἵππους.

Themselves and us. Then be thy part thy one-hoof'd horses' guide,

ἀλλὰ σύ γʼ αὐτὸς ἔλαυνε τέʼ ἅρματα καὶ τεὼ ἵππω,

I'll make the fight, and with a dart receive his utmost pride.”

τὸν δὲ δʼ ἐγὼν ἐπιόντα δεδέξομαι ὀξέϊ δουρί.

With this the gorgeous chariot both, thus prepar'd, ascend

ὣς ἄρα φωνήσαντες ἐς ἅρματα ποικίλα βάντες

And make full way at Diomed; which noted by his friend,

ἐμμεμαῶτʼ ἐπὶ Τυδεΐδῃ ἔχον ὠκέας ἵππους.

“Mine own most-lovéd mind,” said he, “two mighty men of war

τοὺς δὲ ἴδε Σθένελος Καπανήϊος ἀγλαὸς υἱός,

I see come with a purpos'd charge; one's he that hits so far

αἶψα δὲ Τυδεΐδην ἔπεα πτερόεντα προσηύδα·

With bow and shaft, Lycaon's son; the other fames the brood

Τυδεΐδη Διόμηδες ἐμῷ κεχαρισμένε θυμῷ,

Of great Anchises and the Queen that rules in amorous blood,

ἄνδρʼ ὁρόω κρατερὼ ἐπὶ σοὶ μεμαῶτε μάχεσθαι

Æneas, excellent in arms. Come up, and use your steeds,

ἶνʼ ἀπέλεθρον ἔχοντας· ὃ μὲν τόξων ἐῢ εἰδὼς

And look not war so in the face, lest that desire that feeds

Πάνδαρος, υἱὸς δʼ αὖτε Λυκάονος εὔχεται εἶναι·

Thy great mind be the bane of it.” This did with anger sting

Αἰνείας δʼ υἱὸς μὲν ἀμύμονος Ἀγχίσαο

The blood of Diomed, to see his friend, that chid the king

εὔχεται ἐκγεγάμεν, μήτηρ δέ οἵ ἐστʼ Ἀφροδίτη.

Before the fight, and then preferr'd his ablesse and his mind

ἀλλʼ ἄγε δὴ χαζώμεθʼ ἐφʼ ἵππων, μηδέ μοι οὕτω

To all his ancestors in fight, now come so far behind;

θῦνε διὰ προμάχων, μή πως φίλον ἦτορ ὀλέσσῃς.

Whom thus he answer'd: “Urge no flight, you cannot please me so;

τὸν δʼ ἄρʼ ὑπόδρα ἰδὼν προσέφη κρατερὸς Διομήδης·

Nor is it honest in my mind to fear a coming foe,

μή τι φόβον δʼ ἀγόρευʼ, ἐπεὶ οὐδὲ σὲ πεισέμεν οἴω.

Or make a flight good, though with fight. My pow'rs are yet entire,

οὐ γάρ μοι γενναῖον ἀλυσκάζοντι μάχεσθαι

And scorn the help-tire of a horse. I will not blow the fire

οὐδὲ καταπτώσσειν· ἔτι μοι μένος ἔμπεδόν ἐστιν·

Of their hot valours with my flight, but cast upon the blaze

ὀκνείω δʼ ἵππων ἐπιβαινέμεν, ἀλλὰ καὶ αὔτως

This body borne upon my knees. I entertain amaze?

ἀντίον εἶμʼ αὐτῶν· τρεῖν μʼ οὐκ ἐᾷ Παλλὰς Ἀθήνη.

Minerva will not see that shame. And since they have begun,

τούτω δʼ οὐ πάλιν αὖτις ἀποίσετον ὠκέες ἵπποι

They shall not both elect their ends; and he that 'scapes shall run,

ἄμφω ἀφʼ ἡμείων, εἴ γʼ οὖν ἕτερός γε φύγῃσιν.

Or stay and take the other's fate. And this I leave for thee;—

ἄλλο δέ τοι ἐρέω, σὺ δʼ ἐνὶ φρεσὶ βάλλεο σῇσιν·

If amply-wise Athenia give both their lives to me,

αἴ κέν μοι πολύβουλος Ἀθήνη κῦδος ὀρέξῃ

Rein our horse to their chariot hard, and have a special heed

ἀμφοτέρω κτεῖναι, σὺ δὲ τούσδε μὲν ὠκέας ἵππους

To seize upon Æneas' steeds, that we may change their breed,

αὐτοῦ ἐρυκακέειν ἐξ ἄντυγος ἡνία τείνας,

And make a Grecian race of them that have been long of Troy.

Αἰνείαο δʼ ἐπαΐξαι μεμνημένος ἵππων,

For these are bred of those brave beasts which, for the lovely boy

ἐκ δʼ ἐλάσαι Τρώων μετʼ ἐϋκνήμιδας Ἀχαιούς.

That waits now on the cup of Jove, Jove, that far-seeing God,

τῆς γάρ τοι γενεῆς ἧς Τρωΐ περ εὐρύοπα Ζεὺς

Gave Tros the king in recompense; the best that ever trod

δῶχʼ υἷος ποινὴν Γανυμήδεος, οὕνεκʼ ἄριστοι

The sounding centre, underneath the morning and the sun.

ἵππων ὅσσοι ἔασιν ὑπʼ ἠῶ τʼ ἠέλιόν τε,

Anchises stole the breed of them; for, where their sires did run,

τῆς γενεῆς ἔκλεψεν ἄναξ ἀνδρῶν Ἀγχίσης

He closely put his mares to them, and never made it known

λάθρῃ Λαομέδοντος ὑποσχὼν θήλεας ἵππους·

To him that heir'd them, who was then the king Laomedon.

τῶν οἱ ἓξ ἐγένοντο ἐνὶ μεγάροισι γενέθλη.

Six horses had he of that race, of which himself kept four,

τοὺς μὲν τέσσαρας αὐτὸς ἔχων ἀτίταλλʼ ἐπὶ φάτνῃ,

And gave the other two his son; and these are they that scour

τὼ δὲ δύʼ Αἰνείᾳ δῶκεν μήστωρε φόβοιο.

The field so bravely towards us, expert in charge and flight.

εἰ τούτω κε λάβοιμεν, ἀροίμεθά κε κλέος ἐσθλόν.

If these we have the pow'r to take, our prise is exquisite,

ὣς οἳ μὲν τοιαῦτα πρὸς ἀλλήλους ἀγόρευον,

And our renown will far exceed.” While these were talking thus,

τὼ δὲ τάχʼ ἐγγύθεν ἦλθον ἐλαύνοντʼ ὠκέας ἵππους.

The fir'd horse brought th' assailants near, and thus spake Pandarus:

τὸν πρότερος προσέειπε Λυκάονος ἀγλαὸς υἱός·

“Most suff'ring-minded Tydeus' son, that hast of war the art,

καρτερόθυμε δαΐφρον ἀγαυοῦ Τυδέος υἱὲ

My shaft, that strook thee, slew thee not, I now will prove a dart.”

ἦ μάλα σʼ οὐ βέλος ὠκὺ δαμάσσατο πικρὸς ὀϊστός·

This said, he shook, and then he threw, a lance, aloft and large,

νῦν αὖτʼ ἐγχείῃ πειρήσομαι αἴ κε τύχωμι.

That in Tydides' curets stuck, quite driving through his targe;

ἦ ῥα καὶ ἀμπεπαλὼν προΐει δολιχόσκιον ἔγχος

Then bray'd he out so wild a voice that all the field might hear:

καὶ βάλε Τυδεΐδαο κατʼ ἀσπίδα· τῆς δὲ διὰ πρὸ

“Now have I reach'd thy root of life, and by thy death shall bear

αἰχμὴ χαλκείη πταμένη θώρηκι πελάσθη·

Our praise's chief prise from the field.” Tydides undismay'd

τῷ δʼ ἐπὶ μακρὸν ἄϋσε Λυκάονος ἀγλαὸς υἱός·

Replied: “Thou err'st, I am not touch'd; but more charge will be laid

βέβληαι κενεῶνα διαμπερές, οὐδέ σʼ ὀΐω

To both your lives before you part; at least the life of one

δηρὸν ἔτʼ ἀνσχήσεσθαι· ἐμοὶ δὲ μέγʼ εὖχος ἔδωκας.

Shall satiate the throat of Mars.” This said, his lance was gone,

τὸν δʼ οὐ ταρβήσας προσέφη κρατερὸς Διομήδης·

Minerva led it to his face, which at his eye ran in,

ἤμβροτες οὐδʼ ἔτυχες· ἀτὰρ οὐ μὲν σφῶΐ γʼ ὀΐω

And, as he stoop'd, strook through his jaws, his tongue's root, and his chin.

πρίν γʼ ἀποπαύσεσθαι πρίν γʼ ἢ ἕτερόν γε πεσόντα

Down from the chariot he fell, his gay arms shin'd and rung,

αἵματος ἆσαι Ἄρηα, ταλαύρινον πολεμιστήν.

The swift horse trembled, and his soul for ever charm'd his tongue.

ὣς φάμενος προέηκε· βέλος δʼ ἴθυνεν Ἀθήνη

Æneas with his shield, and lance, leapt swiftly to his friend,

ῥῖνα παρʼ ὀφθαλμόν, λευκοὺς δʼ ἐπέρησεν ὀδόντας.

Afraid the Greeks would force his trunk; and that he did defend,

τοῦ δʼ ἀπὸ μὲν γλῶσσαν πρυμνὴν τάμε χαλκὸς ἀτειρής,

Bold as a lion of his strength; he hid him with his shield,

αἰχμὴ δʼ ἐξελύθη παρὰ νείατον ἀνθερεῶνα·

Shook round his lance, and horribly did threaten all the field

ἤριπε δʼ ἐξ ὀχέων, ἀράβησε δὲ τεύχεʼ ἐπʼ αὐτῷ

With death, if any durst make in. Tydides rais'd a stone

αἰόλα παμφανόωντα, παρέτρεσσαν δέ οἱ ἵπποι

With his one hand, of wondrous weight, and pour'd it mainly on

ὠκύποδες· τοῦ δʼ αὖθι λύθη ψυχή τε μένος τε.

The hip of Anchisiades, wherein the joint doth move

Αἰνείας δʼ ἀπόρουσε σὺν ἀσπίδι δουρί τε μακρῷ

The thigh ('tis call'd the huckle-bone) which all in sherds it drove,

δείσας μή πώς οἱ ἐρυσαίατο νεκρὸν Ἀχαιοί.

Brake both the nerves, and with the edge cut all the flesh away.

ἀμφὶ δʼ ἄρʼ αὐτῷ βαῖνε λέων ὣς ἀλκὶ πεποιθώς,

It stagger'd him upon his knees, and made th' heroë stay

πρόσθε δέ οἱ δόρυ τʼ ἔσχε καὶ ἀσπίδα πάντοσʼ ἐΐσην,

His strook-blind temples on his hand, his elbow on the earth;

τὸν κτάμεναι μεμαὼς ὅς τις τοῦ γʼ ἀντίος ἔλθοι

And there this prince of men had died, if She that gave him birth,

σμερδαλέα ἰάχων· ὃ δὲ χερμάδιον λάβε χειρὶ

(Kiss'd by Anchises on the green, where his fair oxen fed)

Τυδεΐδης μέγα ἔργον ὃ οὐ δύο γʼ ἄνδρε φέροιεν,

Jove's loving daughter, instantly had not about him spread

οἷοι νῦν βροτοί εἰσʼ· ὃ δέ μιν ῥέα πάλλε καὶ οἶος.

Her soft embraces, and convey'd within her heav'nly veil

τῷ βάλεν Αἰνείαο κατʼ ἰσχίον ἔνθά τε μηρὸς

(Us'd as a rampire 'gainst all darts that did so hot assail)

ἰσχίῳ ἐνστρέφεται, κοτύλην δέ τέ μιν καλέουσι·

Her dear-lov'd issue from the field, Then Sthenelus in haste,

θλάσσε δέ οἱ κοτύλην, πρὸς δʼ ἄμφω ῥῆξε τένοντε·

Rememb'ring what his friend advis'd, from forth the prease made fast

ὦσε δʼ ἀπὸ ῥινὸν τρηχὺς λίθος· αὐτὰρ ὅ γʼ ἥρως

His own horse to their chariot, and presently laid hand

ἔστη γνὺξ ἐριπὼν καὶ ἐρείσατο χειρὶ παχείῃ

Upon the lovely-coated horse Æneas did command.

γαίης· ἀμφὶ δὲ ὄσσε κελαινὴ νὺξ ἐκάλυψε.

Which bringing to the wond'nng Greeks, he did their guard commend

καί νύ κεν ἔνθʼ ἀπόλοιτο ἄναξ ἀνδρῶν Αἰνείας,

To his belov'd Deipylus, who was his inward friend,

εἰ μὴ ἄρʼ ὀξὺ νόησε Διὸς θυγάτηρ Ἀφροδίτη

And, of his equals, one to whom he had most honour shown,

μήτηρ, ἥ μιν ὑπʼ Ἀγχίσῃ τέκε βουκολέοντι·

That he might see them safe at fleet; then stept he to his own.

ἀμφὶ δʼ ἑὸν φίλον υἱὸν ἐχεύατο πήχεε λευκώ,

With which he cheerfully made in to Tydeus' mighty race,

πρόσθε δέ οἱ πέπλοιο φαεινοῦ πτύγμα κάλυψεν

He, mad with his great enemy's rape, was hot in desp'rate chace

ἕρκος ἔμεν βελέων, μή τις Δαναῶν ταχυπώλων

Of her that made it, with his lance, arm'd less with steel than spite,

χαλκὸν ἐνὶ στήθεσσι βαλὼν ἐκ θυμὸν ἕλοιτο.

Well knowing her no Deity that had to do in fight,

ἣ μὲν ἑὸν φίλον υἱὸν ὑπεξέφερεν πολέμοιο·

Minerva his great patroness, nor, She that raceth towns,

οὐδʼ υἱὸς Καπανῆος ἐλήθετο συνθεσιάων

Bellona, but a goddess weak, and foe to men's renowns.

τάων ἃς ἐπέτελλε βοὴν ἀγαθὸς Διομήδης,

Her, through a world of fight pursu'd, at last he overtook,

ἀλλʼ ὅ γε τοὺς μὲν ἑοὺς ἠρύκακε μώνυχας ἵππους

And, thrusting up his ruthless lance, her heav'nly veil he strook

νόσφιν ἀπὸ φλοίσβου ἐξ ἄντυγος ἡνία τείνας,

(That ev'n the Graces wrought themselves, at her divine command)

Αἰνείαο δʼ ἐπαΐξας καλλίτριχας ἵππους

Quite through, and hurt the tender back of her delicious hand.

ἐξέλασε Τρώων μετʼ ἐϋκνήμιδας Ἀχαιούς.

The rude point piercing through her palm, forth flow'd th' immortal blood;

δῶκε δὲ Δηϊπύλῳ ἑτάρῳ φίλῳ, ὃν περὶ πάσης

Blood, such as flows in blesséd Gods, that eat no human food,

τῖεν ὁμηλικίης ὅτι οἱ φρεσὶν ἄρτια ᾔδη,

Nor drink of our inflaming wine, and therefore bloodless are,

νηυσὶν ἔπι γλαφυρῇσιν ἐλαυνέμεν· αὐτὰρ ὅ γʼ ἥρως

And call'd Immortals; out she cried, and could no longer bear

ὧν ἵππων ἐπιβὰς ἔλαβʼ ἡνία σιγαλόεντα,

Her lov'd son; whom she cast from her, and in a sable cloud

αἶψα δὲ Τυδεΐδην μέθεπε κρατερώνυχας ἵππους

Phœbus, receiving, hid him close from all the Grecian crowd,

ἐμμεμαώς· ὃ δὲ Κύπριν ἐπῴχετο νηλέϊ χαλκῷ

Lest some of them should find his death. Away flew Venus then,

γιγνώσκων ὅ τʼ ἄναλκις ἔην θεός, οὐδὲ θεάων

And after her cried Diomed: “Away, thou spoil of men,

τάων αἵ τʼ ἀνδρῶν πόλεμον κάτα κοιρανέουσιν,

Though sprung from all-preserving Jove, these hot encounters leave.

οὔτʼ ἄρʼ Ἀθηναίη οὔτε πτολίπορθος Ἐνυώ.

Is't not enough that silly dames thy sorc'ries should deceive,

ἀλλʼ ὅτε δή ῥʼ ἐκίχανε πολὺν καθʼ ὅμιλον ὀπάζων,

Unless thou thrust into the war, and rob a soldier's right?

ἔνθʼ ἐπορεξάμενος μεγαθύμου Τυδέος υἱὸς

I think a few of these assaults will make thee fear the fight,

ἄκρην οὔτασε χεῖρα μετάλμενος ὀξέϊ δουρὶ

Wherever thou shalt hear it nam'd.” She, sighing, went her way

ἀβληχρήν· εἶθαρ δὲ δόρυ χροὸς ἀντετόρησεν

Extremely griev'd, and with her griefs her beauties did decay,

ἀμβροσίου διὰ πέπλου, ὅν οἱ Χάριτες κάμον αὐταί,

And black her ivory body grew. Then from a dewy mist

πρυμνὸν ὕπερ θέναρος· ῥέε δʼ ἄμβροτον αἷμα θεοῖο

Brake swift-foot Iris to her aid, from all the darts that hiss'd

ἰχώρ, οἷός πέρ τε ῥέει μακάρεσσι θεοῖσιν·

At her quick rapture; and to Mars they took their plaintive course,

οὐ γὰρ σῖτον ἔδουσʼ, οὐ πίνουσʼ αἴθοπα οἶνον,

And found him on the fight's left hand, by him his speedy horse,

τοὔνεκʼ ἀναίμονές εἰσι καὶ ἀθάνατοι καλέονται.

And huge lance, lying in a fog. The Queen of all things fair

ἣ δὲ μέγα ἰάχουσα ἀπὸ ἕο κάββαλεν υἱόν·

Her lovéd brother, on her knees, besought, with instant pray'r,

καὶ τὸν μὲν μετὰ χερσὶν ἐρύσατο Φοῖβος Ἀπόλλων

His golden-riband-bound-man'd horse to lend her up to heav'n

κυανέῃ νεφέλῃ, μή τις Δαναῶν ταχυπώλων

For she was much griev'd with a wound a mortal man had giv'n,

χαλκὸν ἐνὶ στήθεσσι βαλὼν ἐκ θυμὸν ἕλοιτο·

Tydides, that 'gainst Jove himself durst now advance his arm.

τῇ δʼ ἐπὶ μακρὸν ἄϋσε βοὴν ἀγαθὸς Διομήδης·

He granted, and his chariot (perplex'd with her late harm)

εἶκε Διὸς θύγατερ πολέμου καὶ δηϊοτῆτος·

She mounted, and her waggoness was She that paints the air.

ἦ οὐχ ἅλις ὅττι γυναῖκας ἀνάλκιδας ἠπεροπεύεις;

The horse she rein'd, and with a scourge importun'd their repair,

εἰ δὲ σύ γʼ ἐς πόλεμον πωλήσεαι, ἦ τέ σʼ ὀΐω

That of themselves out-flew the wind, and quickly they ascend

ῥιγήσειν πόλεμόν γε καὶ εἴ χʼ ἑτέρωθι πύθηαι.

Olympus, high seat of the Gods. Th' horse knew their journey's end,

ὣς ἔφαθʼ, ἣ δʼ ἀλύουσʼ ἀπεβήσετο, τείρετο δʼ αἰνῶς·

Stood still, and from their chariot the windy-footed dame

τὴν μὲν ἄρʼ Ἶρις ἑλοῦσα ποδήνεμος ἔξαγʼ ὁμίλου

Dissolv'd, and gave them heav'nly food; and to Dione came

ἀχθομένην ὀδύνῃσι, μελαίνετο δὲ χρόα καλόν.

Her wounded daughter, bent her knees. She kindly bade her stand,

εὗρεν ἔπειτα μάχης ἐπʼ ἀριστερὰ θοῦρον Ἄρηα

With sweet embraces help'd her up, strok'd her with her soft hand,

ἥμενον· ἠέρι δʼ ἔγχος ἐκέκλιτο καὶ ταχέʼ ἵππω·

Call'd kindly by her name, and ask'd: “What God hath been so rude,

ἣ δὲ γνὺξ ἐριποῦσα κασιγνήτοιο φίλοιο

Sweet daughter, to chastise thee thus, as if thou wert pursu'd

πολλὰ λισσομένη χρυσάμπυκας ᾔτεεν ἵππους·

Ev'n to the act of some light sin, and deprehended so?

φίλε κασίγνητε κόμισαί τέ με δός τέ μοι ἵππους,

For otherwise, each close escape is in the great let go.”

ὄφρʼ ἐς Ὄλυμπον ἵκωμαι ἵνʼ ἀθανάτων ἕδος ἐστί.

She answer'd: “Haughty Tydeus' son hath been so insolent,

λίην ἄχθομαι ἕλκος ὅ με βροτὸς οὔτασεν ἀνὴρ

Since, him whom most my heart esteems of all my lov'd descent,

Τυδεΐδης, ὃς νῦν γε καὶ ἂν Διὶ πατρὶ μάχοιτο.

ὣς φάτο, τῇ δʼ ἄρʼ Ἄρης δῶκε χρυσάμπυκας ἵππους·

I rescu'd from his bloody hand. Now battle is not giv'n

ἣ δʼ ἐς δίφρον ἔβαινεν ἀκηχεμένη φίλον ἦτορ,

To any Trojans by the Greeks, but by the Greeks to heav'n.”

πὰρ δέ οἱ Ἶρις ἔβαινε καὶ ἡνία λάζετο χερσί,

She answer'd: “Daughter, think not much, though much it grieve thee;

μάστιξεν δʼ ἐλάαν, τὼ δʼ οὐκ ἀέκοντε πετέσθην.

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αἶψα δʼ ἔπειθʼ ἵκοντο θεῶν ἕδος αἰπὺν Ὄλυμπον·

The patience, whereof many Gods examples may produce,

ἔνθʼ ἵππους ἔστησε ποδήνεμος ὠκέα Ἶρις

In many bitter ills receiv'd, as well that men sustain

λύσασʼ ἐξ ὀχέων, παρὰ δʼ ἀμβρόσιον βάλεν εἶδαρ·

By their inflictions as by men repaid to them again.

ἣ δʼ ἐν γούνασι πῖπτε Διώνης δῖʼ Ἀφροδίτη

Mars suffer'd much more than thyself by Ephialtes' pow'r,

μητρὸς ἑῆς· ἣ δʼ ἀγκὰς ἐλάζετο θυγατέρα ἥν,

And Otus', Aloëus' sons; who in a brazen tow'r,

χειρί τέ μιν κατέρεξεν ἔπος τʼ ἔφατʼ ἐκ τʼ ὀνόμαζε·

And in inextricable chains, cast that war-greedy God,

τίς νύ σε τοιάδʼ ἔρεξε φίλον τέκος Οὐρανιώνων

Where twice-six months and one he liv'd, and there the period

μαψιδίως, ὡς εἴ τι κακὸν ῥέζουσαν ἐνωπῇ;

Of his sad life perhaps had clos'd, if his kind step-dame's eye,

τὴν δʼ ἠμείβετʼ ἔπειτα φιλομμειδὴς Ἀφροδίτη·

Fair Erebæa, had not seen; who told it Mercury,

οὖτά με Τυδέος υἱὸς ὑπέρθυμος Διομήδης,

And he by stealth enfranchis'd him; though he could scarce enjoy

οὕνεκʼ ἐγὼ φίλον υἱὸν ὑπεξέφερον πολέμοιο

The benefit of franchisement, the chains did so destroy

Αἰνείαν, ὃς ἐμοὶ πάντων πολὺ φίλτατός ἐστιν.

His vital forces with their weight. So Juno suffer'd more

οὐ γὰρ ἔτι Τρώων καὶ Ἀχαιῶν φύλοπις αἰνή,

When, with a three-fork'd arrow's head, Amphitryo's son did gore

ἀλλʼ ἤδη Δαναοί γε καὶ ἀθανάτοισι μάχονται.

Her right breast, past all hope of cure. Pluto sustain'd no less

τὴν δʼ ἠμείβετʼ ἔπειτα Διώνη, δῖα θεάων·

By that self man, and by a shaft of equal bitterness

τέτλαθι τέκνον ἐμόν, καὶ ἀνάσχεο κηδομένη περ·

Shot through his shoulder at hell gates; and there, amongst the dead,

πολλοὶ γὰρ δὴ τλῆμεν Ὀλύμπια δώματʼ ἔχοντες

Were he not deathless, he had died; but up to heav'n he fled,

ἐξ ἀνδρῶν χαλέπʼ ἄλγεʼ ἐπʼ ἀλλήλοισι τιθέντες.

Extremely tortur'd, for recure, which instantly he won

τλῆ μὲν Ἄρης ὅτε μιν Ὦτος κρατερός τʼ Ἐφιάλτης

At Pæon's hand, with sov'reign balm; and this did Jove's great son,

παῖδες Ἀλωῆος, δῆσαν κρατερῷ ἐνὶ δεσμῷ·

Unblest, great-high-deed-daring man, that car'd not doing ill,

χαλκέῳ δʼ ἐν κεράμῳ δέδετο τρισκαίδεκα μῆνας·

That with his bow durst wound the Gods! But, by Minerva's will,

καί νύ κεν ἔνθʼ ἀπόλοιτο Ἄρης ἆτος πολέμοιο,

Thy wound the foolish Diomed was so profane to give;

εἰ μὴ μητρυιὴ περικαλλὴς Ἠερίβοια

Not knowing he that fights with Heav'n hath never long to live,

Ἑρμέᾳ ἐξήγγειλεν· ὃ δʼ ἐξέκλεψεν Ἄρηα

And for this deed, he never shall have child about his knee

ἤδη τειρόμενον, χαλεπὸς δέ ἑ δεσμὸς ἐδάμνα.

To call him father, coming home. Besides, hear this from me,

τλῆ δʼ Ἥρη, ὅτε μιν κρατερὸς πάϊς Ἀμφιτρύωνος

Strength-trusting man, though thou be strong, and art in strength a tow'r,

δεξιτερὸν κατὰ μαζὸν ὀϊστῷ τριγλώχινι

Take heed a stronger meet thee not, and that a woman's pow'r

βεβλήκει· τότε καί μιν ἀνήκεστον λάβεν ἄλγος.

Contains not that superior strength, and lest that woman be

τλῆ δʼ Ἀΐδης ἐν τοῖσι πελώριος ὠκὺν ὀϊστόν,

Adrastus' daughter, and thy wife, the wise Ægiale;

εὖτέ μιν ωὐτὸς ἀνὴρ υἱὸς Διὸς αἰγιόχοιο

When, from this hour not far, she wakes, ev'n sighing with desire

ἐν Πύλῳ ἐν νεκύεσσι βαλὼν ὀδύνῃσιν ἔδωκεν·

To kindle our revenge on thee, with her enamouring fire,

αὐτὰρ ὃ βῆ πρὸς δῶμα Διὸς καὶ μακρὸν Ὄλυμπον

In choosing her some fresh young friend, and so drown all thy fame,

κῆρ ἀχέων ὀδύνῃσι πεπαρμένος· αὐτὰρ ὀϊστὸς

Won here in war, in her court-piece, and in an opener shame.”

ὤμῳ ἔνι στιβαρῷ ἠλήλατο, κῆδε δὲ θυμόν.

This said, with both her hands she cleans'd the tender back and palm

τῷ δʼ ἐπὶ Παιήων ὀδυνήφατα φάρμακα πάσσων

Of all the sacred blood they lost; and, never using balm,

ἠκέσατʼ· οὐ μὲν γάρ τι καταθνητός γε τέτυκτο.

The pain ceas'd, and the wound was cur'd of this kind Queen of love.

σχέτλιος ὀβριμοεργὸς ὃς οὐκ ὄθετʼ αἴσυλα ῥέζων,

Juno and Pallas, seeing this, assay'd to anger Jove,

ὃς τόξοισιν ἔκηδε θεοὺς οἳ Ὄλυμπον ἔχουσι.

And quit his late-made mirth with them, about the loving Dame,

σοὶ δʼ ἐπὶ τοῦτον ἀνῆκε θεὰ γλαυκῶπις Ἀθήνη·

With some sharp jest, in like sort, built upon her present shame.

νήπιος, οὐδὲ τὸ οἶδε κατὰ φρένα Τυδέος υἱὸς

Gray-ey'd Athenia began, and ask'd the Thunderer,

ὅττι μάλʼ οὐ δηναιὸς ὃς ἀθανάτοισι μάχηται,

If, nothing moving him to wrath, she boldly might prefer,

οὐδέ τί μιν παῖδες ποτὶ γούνασι παππάζουσιν

What she conceiv'd, to his conceit; and, staying no reply,

ἐλθόντʼ ἐκ πολέμοιο καὶ αἰνῆς δηϊοτῆτος.

She bade him view the Cyprian fruit he lov'd so tenderly,

τὼ νῦν Τυδεΐδης, εἰ καὶ μάλα καρτερός ἐστι,

Whom she thought hurt, and by this means;—intending to suborn

φραζέσθω μή τίς οἱ ἀμείνων σεῖο μάχηται,

Some other lady of the Greeks (whom lovely veils adorn)

μὴ δὴν Αἰγιάλεια περίφρων Ἀδρηστίνη

To gratify some other friend of her much-lovéd Troy,

ἐξ ὕπνου γοόωσα φίλους οἰκῆας ἐγείρῃ

As she embrac'd and stirr'd her blood to the Venerean joy,

κουρίδιον ποθέουσα πόσιν τὸν ἄριστον Ἀχαιῶν

The golden clasp, those Grecian dames upon their girdles wear,

ἰφθίμη ἄλοχος Διομήδεος ἱπποδάμοιο.

Took hold of her delicious hand, and hurt it, she had fear.

ἦ ῥα καὶ ἀμφοτέρῃσιν ἀπʼ ἰχῶ χειρὸς ὀμόργνυ·

The Thund'rer smil'd, and call'd to him love's golden Arbitress,

ἄλθετο χείρ, ὀδύναι δὲ κατηπιόωντο βαρεῖαι.

And told her those rough works of war were not for her access;

αἳ δʼ αὖτʼ εἰσορόωσαι Ἀθηναίη τε καὶ Ἥρη

She should be making marriages, embracings, kisses, charms,

κερτομίοις ἐπέεσσι Δία Κρονίδην ἐρέθιζον.

Stern Mars and Pallas had the charge of those affairs in arms.

τοῖσι δὲ μύθων ἦρχε θεὰ γλαυκῶπις Ἀθήνη·

While these thus talk'd, Tydides' rage still thirsted to achieve

Ζεῦ πάτερ ἦ ῥά τί μοι κεχολώσεαι ὅττι κεν εἴπω;

His prise upon Anchises' son, though well he did perceive

ἦ μάλα δή τινα Κύπρις Ἀχαιϊάδων ἀνιεῖσα

The Sun himself protected him; but his desires (inflam'd

Τρωσὶν ἅμα σπέσθαι, τοὺς νῦν ἔκπαγλα φίλησε,

With that great Trojan prince's blood, and arms so highly fam'd)

τῶν τινα καρρέζουσα Ἀχαιϊάδων ἐϋπέπλων

Not that great God did reverence. Thrice rush'd he rudely on,

πρὸς χρυσῇ περόνῃ καταμύξατο χεῖρα ἀραιήν.

And thrice, betwixt his darts and death, the Sun's bright target shone;

ὣς φάτο, μείδησεν δὲ πατὴρ ἀνδρῶν τε θεῶν τε,

But when upon the fourth assault, much like a spirit, he flew,

καί ῥα καλεσσάμενος προσέφη χρυσῆν Ἀφροδίτην·

The far-off-working Deity exceeding wrathful grew,

οὔ τοι τέκνον ἐμὸν δέδοται πολεμήϊα ἔργα,

And ask'd him: “What! Not yield to gods? Thy equals learn to know.

ἀλλὰ σύ γʼ ἱμερόεντα μετέρχεο ἔργα γάμοιο,

The race of Gods is far above men creeping here below.”

ταῦτα δʼ Ἄρηϊ θοῷ καὶ Ἀθήνῃ πάντα μελήσει.

This drave him to some small retreat; he would not tempt more near

ὣς οἳ μὲν τοιαῦτα πρὸς ἀλλήλους ἀγόρευον,

The wrath of him that strook so far; whose pow'r had now set clear

Αἰνείᾳ δʼ ἐπόρουσε βοὴν ἀγαθὸς Διομήδης,

Æneas from the stormy field within the holy place

γιγνώσκων ὅ οἱ αὐτὸς ὑπείρεχε χεῖρας Ἀπόλλων·

Of Pergamus, where, to the hope of his so sov'reign grace,

ἀλλʼ ὅ γʼ ἄρʼ οὐδὲ θεὸν μέγαν ἅζετο, ἵετο δʼ αἰεὶ

A goodly temple was advanc'd; in whose large inmost part

Αἰνείαν κτεῖναι καὶ ἀπὸ κλυτὰ τεύχεα δῦσαι.

He left him, and to his supply inclin'd his mother's heart,

τρὶς μὲν ἔπειτʼ ἐπόρουσε κατακτάμεναι μενεαίνων,

Latona, and the dart-pleas'd Queen; who cur'd, and made him strong.

τρὶς δέ οἱ ἐστυφέλιξε φαεινὴν ἀσπίδʼ Ἀπόλλων·

The silver-bow'd fair God then threw in the tumultuous throng

ἀλλʼ ὅτε δὴ τὸ τέταρτον ἐπέσσυτο δαίμονι ἶσος,

An image, that in stature, look, and arms, he did create

δεινὰ δʼ ὁμοκλήσας προσέφη ἑκάεργος Ἀπόλλων·

Like Venus' son; for which the Greeks and Trojans made debate,

φράζεο Τυδεΐδη καὶ χάζεο, μηδὲ θεοῖσιν

Laid loud strokes on their ox-hide shields, and bucklers eas'ly borne;

ἶσʼ ἔθελε φρονέειν, ἐπεὶ οὔ ποτε φῦλον ὁμοῖον

Which error Phœbus pleas'd to urge on Mars himself in scorn:

ἀθανάτων τε θεῶν χαμαὶ ἐρχομένων τʼ ἀνθρώπων.

“Mars, Mars,” said he, “thou plague of men, smear'd with the dust and blood

ὣς φάτο, Τυδεΐδης δʼ ἀνεχάζετο τυτθὸν ὀπίσσω

Of humans, and their ruin'd walls, yet thinks thy Godhead good

μῆνιν ἀλευάμενος ἑκατηβόλου Ἀπόλλωνος.

To fright this fury from the field, who next will fight with Jove?

Αἰνείαν δʼ ἀπάτερθεν ὁμίλου θῆκεν Ἀπόλλων

First in a bold approach he hurt, the moist palm of thy love,

Περγάμῳ εἰν ἱερῇ, ὅθι οἱ νηός γε τέτυκτο.

And next, as if he did affect to have a Deity's pow'r,

ἤτοι τὸν Λητώ τε καὶ Ἄρτεμις ἰοχέαιρα

He held out his assault on me.” This said, the lofty tow'r

ἐν μεγάλῳ ἀδύτῳ ἀκέοντό τε κύδαινόν τε·

Of Pergamus he made his seat; and Mars did now excite

αὐτὰρ ὃ εἴδωλον τεῦξʼ ἀργυρότοξος Ἀπόλλων

The Trojan forces, in the form of him that led to fight

αὐτῷ τʼ Αἰνείᾳ ἴκελον καὶ τεύχεσι τοῖον,

The Thracian troops, swift Acamas. “O Priam's sons,” said he,

ἀμφὶ δʼ ἄρʼ εἰδώλῳ Τρῶες καὶ δῖοι Ἀχαιοὶ

“How long the slaughter of your men can ye sustain to see?

δῄουν ἀλλήλων ἀμφὶ στήθεσσι βοείας

Ev'n till they brave you at your gates? Ye suffer beaten down

ἀσπίδας εὐκύκλους λαισήϊά τε πτερόεντα.

Æneas, great Anchises' son, whose prowess we renown

δὴ τότε θοῦρον Ἄρηα προσηύδα Φοῖβος Ἀπόλλων·

As much as Hector's; fetch him off from this contentious prease.”

Ἆρες Ἄρες βροτολοιγὲ μιαιφόνε τειχεσιπλῆτα,

With this, the strength and spirits of all his courage did increase;

οὐκ ἂν δὴ τόνδʼ ἄνδρα μάχης ἐρύσαιο μετελθὼν

And yet Sarpedon seconds him, with this particular taunt

Τυδεΐδην, ὃς νῦν γε καὶ ἂν Διὶ πατρὶ μάχοιτο;

Of noble Hector: “Hector, where is thy unthankful vaunt,

Κύπριδα μὲν πρῶτα σχεδὸν οὔτασε χεῖρʼ ἐπὶ καρπῷ,

And that huge strength on which it built, that thou, and thy allies,

αὐτὰρ ἔπειτʼ αὐτῷ μοι ἐπέσσυτο δαίμονι ἶσος.

With all thy brothers (without aid of us or our supplies,

ὣς εἰπὼν αὐτὸς μὲν ἐφέζετο Περγάμῳ ἄκρῃ,

And troubling not a citizen) the city safe would hold?

Τρῳὰς δὲ στίχας οὖλος Ἄρης ὄτρυνε μετελθὼν

In all which friends' and brothers' helps I see not, nor am told

εἰδόμενος Ἀκάμαντι θοῷ ἡγήτορι Θρῃκῶν·

Of anyone of their exploits, but (all held in dismay

υἱάσι δὲ Πριάμοιο διοτρεφέεσσι κέλευεν·

Of Diomed, like a sort of dogs, that at a lion bay,

ὦ υἱεῖς Πριάμοιο διοτρεφέος βασιλῆος

And entertain no spirit to pinch) we, your assistants here,

ἐς τί ἔτι κτείνεσθαι ἐάσετε λαὸν Ἀχαιοῖς;

Fight for the town as you help'd us; and I, an aiding peer,

ἦ εἰς ὅ κεν ἀμφὶ πύλῃς εὖ ποιητῇσι μάχωνται;

No citizen, ev'n out of care, that doth become a man

κεῖται ἀνὴρ ὃν ἶσον ἐτίομεν Ἕκτορι δίῳ

For men and children's liberties, add all the aid I can;

Αἰνείας υἱὸς μεγαλήτορος Ἀγχίσαο·

Not out of my particular cause; far hence my profit grows,

ἀλλʼ ἄγετʼ ἐκ φλοίσβοιο σαώσομεν ἐσθλὸν ἑταῖρον.

For far hence Asian Lycia lies, where gulfy Xanthus flows,

ὣς εἰπὼν ὄτρυνε μένος καὶ θυμὸν ἑκάστου.

And where my lov'd wife, infant son, and treasure nothing scant,

ἔνθʼ αὖ Σαρπηδὼν μάλα νείκεσεν Ἕκτορα δῖον·

I left behind me, which I see those men would have that want,

Ἕκτορ πῇ δή τοι μένος οἴχεται ὃ πρὶν ἔχεσκες;

And therefore they that have would keep. Yet I, as I would lose

φῆς που ἄτερ λαῶν πόλιν ἑξέμεν ἠδʼ ἐπικούρων

Their sure fruition, cheer my troops, and with their lives propose

οἶος σὺν γαμβροῖσι κασιγνήτοισί τε σοῖσι.

Mine own life, both to gen'ral fight, and to particular cope

τῶν νῦν οὔ τινʼ ἐγὼ ἰδέειν δύναμʼ οὐδὲ νοῆσαι,

With this great soldier; though, I say, I entertain no hope

ἀλλὰ καταπτώσσουσι κύνες ὣς ἀμφὶ λέοντα·

To have such gettings as the Greeks, nor fear to lose like Troy.

ἡμεῖς δὲ μαχόμεσθʼ οἵ πέρ τʼ ἐπίκουροι ἔνειμεν.

Yet thou, ev'n Hector, deedless stand'st, and car'st not to employ

καὶ γὰρ ἐγὼν ἐπίκουρος ἐὼν μάλα τηλόθεν ἥκω·

Thy town-born friends, to bid them stand, to fight and save their wives,

τηλοῦ γὰρ Λυκίη Ξάνθῳ ἔπι δινήεντι,

Lest as a fowler casts his nets upon the silly lives

ἔνθʼ ἄλοχόν τε φίλην ἔλιπον καὶ νήπιον υἱόν,

Of birds of all sorts, so the foe your walls and houses hales,

κὰδ δὲ κτήματα πολλά, τὰ ἔλδεται ὅς κʼ ἐπιδευής.

One with another, on all heads; or such as 'scape their falls,

ἀλλὰ καὶ ὧς Λυκίους ὀτρύνω καὶ μέμονʼ αὐτὸς

He made the prey and prise of them (as willing overthrown)

ἀνδρὶ μαχήσασθαι· ἀτὰρ οὔ τί μοι ἐνθάδε τοῖον

That hope not for you with their force; and so this brave-built town

οἷόν κʼ ἠὲ φέροιεν Ἀχαιοὶ ἤ κεν ἄγοιεν·

Will prove a chaos. That deserves in thee so hot a care,

τύνη δʼ ἕστηκας, ἀτὰρ οὐδʼ ἄλλοισι κελεύεις

As should consume thy days and nights, to hearten and prepare

λαοῖσιν μενέμεν καὶ ἀμυνέμεναι ὤρεσσι.

Th' assistant princes; pray their minds to bear their far-brought toils;

μή πως ὡς ἀψῖσι λίνου ἁλόντε πανάγρου

To give them worth with worthy fight; in victories and foils

ἀνδράσι δυσμενέεσσιν ἕλωρ καὶ κύρμα γένησθε·

Still to be equal; and thyself, exampling them in all,

οἳ δὲ τάχʼ ἐκπέρσουσʼ εὖ ναιομένην πόλιν ὑμήν.

Need no reproofs nor spurs. All this in thy free choice should fall.”

σοὶ δὲ χρὴ τάδε πάντα μέλειν νύκτάς τε καὶ ἦμαρ

This stung great Hector's heart; and yet, as ev'ry gen'rous mind

ἀρχοὺς λισσομένῳ τηλεκλειτῶν ἐπικούρων

Should silent bear a just reproof, and show what good they find

νωλεμέως ἐχέμεν, κρατερὴν δʼ ἀποθέσθαι ἐνιπήν.

In worthy counsels, by their ends put into present deeds,

ὣς φάτο Σαρπηδών, δάκε δὲ φρένας Ἕκτορι μῦθος·

Not stomach nor be vainly sham'd; so Hector's spirit proceeds,

αὐτίκα δʼ ἐξ ὀχέων σὺν τεύχεσιν ἆλτο χαμᾶζε,

And from his chariot, wholly arm'd, he jump'd upon the sand,

πάλλων δʼ ὀξέα δοῦρα κατὰ στρατὸν ᾤχετο πάντῃ

On foot so toiling through the host, a dart in either hand,

ὀτρύνων μαχέσασθαι, ἔγειρε δὲ φύλοπιν αἰνήν.

And all hands turn'd against the Greeks. The Greeks despis'd their worst,

οἳ δʼ ἐλελίχθησαν καὶ ἐναντίοι ἔσταν Ἀχαιῶν·

And, thick'ning their instructed pow'rs, expected all they durst.

Ἀργεῖοι δʼ ὑπέμειναν ἀολλέες οὐδὲ φόβηθεν.

Then with the feet of horse and foot, the dust in clouds did rise.

ὡς δʼ ἄνεμος ἄχνας φορέει ἱερὰς κατʼ ἀλωὰς

And as, in sacred floors of barns, upon corn-winnow'rs flies

ἀνδρῶν λικμώντων, ὅτε τε ξανθὴ Δημήτηρ

The chaff, driv'n with an opposite wind, when yellow Ceres dites,

κρίνῃ ἐπειγομένων ἀνέμων καρπόν τε καὶ ἄχνας,

Which all the diters' feet, legs, arms, their heads and shoulders whites;

αἳ δʼ ὑπολευκαίνονται ἀχυρμιαί· ὣς τότʼ Ἀχαιοὶ

So look'd the Grecians gray with dust, that strook the solid heav'n,

λευκοὶ ὕπερθε γένοντο κονισάλῳ, ὅν ῥα διʼ αὐτῶν

Rais'd from returning chariots, and troops together driv'n.

οὐρανὸν ἐς πολύχαλκον ἐπέπληγον πόδες ἵππων

Each side stood to their labours firm. Fierce Mars flew through the air,

ἂψ ἐπιμισγομένων· ὑπὸ δʼ ἔστρεφον ἡνιοχῆες.

And gather'd darkness from the fight, and, with his best affair,

οἳ δὲ μένος χειρῶν ἰθὺς φέρον· ἀμφὶ δὲ νύκτα

Obey'd the pleasure of the Sun, that wears the golden sword

θοῦρος Ἄρης ἐκάλυψε μάχῃ Τρώεσσιν ἀρήγων

Who bade him raise the spirits of Troy, when Pallas ceas'd t' afford

πάντοσʼ ἐποιχόμενος· τοῦ δʼ ἐκραίαινεν ἐφετμὰς

Her helping office to the Greeks; and then his own hands wrought,

Φοίβου Ἀπόλλωνος χρυσαόρου, ὅς μιν ἀνώγει

Which, from his fane's rich chancel, cur'd, the true Æneas brought,

Τρωσὶν θυμὸν ἐγεῖραι, ἐπεὶ ἴδε Παλλάδʼ Ἀθήνην

And plac'd him by his peers in field; who did with joy admire

οἰχομένην· ἣ γάρ ῥα πέλεν Δαναοῖσιν ἀρηγών.

To see him both alive and safe, and all his pow'rs entire

αὐτὸς δʼ Αἰνείαν μάλα πίονος ἐξ ἀδύτοιο

Yet stood not sifting how it chanc'd; another sort of task,

ἧκε, καὶ ἐν στήθεσσι μένος βάλε ποιμένι λαῶν.

Then stirring th' idle sieve of news, did all their forces ask,

Αἰνείας δʼ ἑτάροισι μεθίστατο· τοὶ δὲ χάρησαν,

Inflam'd by Phœbus, harmful Mars, and Eris eag'rer far.

ὡς εἶδον ζωόν τε καὶ ἀρτεμέα προσιόντα

The Greeks had none to hearten them; their hearts rose with the war;

καὶ μένος ἐσθλὸν ἔχοντα· μετάλλησάν γε μὲν οὔ τι.

But chiefly Diomed, Ithacus, and both th' Ajaces us'd

οὐ γὰρ ἔα πόνος ἄλλος, ὃν ἀργυρότοξος ἔγειρεν

Stirring examples and good words; their own fames had infus'd

Ἄρης τε βροτολοιγὸς Ἔρις τʼ ἄμοτον μεμαυῖα.

Spirit enough into their bloods, to make them neither fear

τοὺς δʼ Αἴαντε δύω καὶ Ὀδυσσεὺς καὶ Διομήδης

The Trojans' force, nor Fate itself, but still expecting were,

ὄτρυνον Δαναοὺς πολεμιζέμεν· οἳ δὲ καὶ αὐτοὶ

When most was done, what would be more; their ground they still made good,

οὔτε βίας Τρώων ὑπεδείδισαν οὔτε ἰωκάς,

And in their silence, and set pow'rs, like fair still clouds, they stood,

ἀλλʼ ἔμενον νεφέλῃσιν ἐοικότες ἅς τε Κρονίων

With which Jove crowns the tops of hills, in any quiet day,

νηνεμίης ἔστησεν ἐπʼ ἀκροπόλοισιν ὄρεσσιν

When Boreas and the ruder winds (that use to drive away

ἀτρέμας, ὄφρʼ εὕδῃσι μένος Βορέαο καὶ ἄλλων

Air's dusky vapours, being loose, in many a whistling gale)

ζαχρειῶν ἀνέμων, οἵ τε νέφεα σκιόεντα

Are pleasingly bound up, and calm, and not a breath exhale;

πνοιῇσιν λιγυρῇσι διασκιδνᾶσιν ἀέντες·

So firmly stood the Greeks, nor fled for all the Ilion's aid.

ὣς Δαναοὶ Τρῶας μένον ἔμπεδον οὐδὲ φέβοντο.

Atrides yet coasts through the troops, confirming men so staid:

Ἀτρεΐδης δʼ ἀνʼ ὅμιλον ἐφοίτα πολλὰ κελεύων·

“O friends,” said he, “hold up your minds; strength is but strength of will;

ὦ φίλοι ἀνέρες ἔστε καὶ ἄλκιμον ἦτορ ἕλεσθε,

Rev'rence each other's good in fight and shame at things done ill.