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your own :

Nor need I wonder, that on me he threw Such foul afperfions, when he spares not you: If Palamede unjustly fell by me, Your honour suffer'd in th' unjust decree: I but accus'd, you doom'd : and yet he dy'd, Convinc'd of treason, and was fairly try'd : You heard not he was false ; your eyes

beheld The traitor manifeft; the bribe reveald.

That Philoctetes is on Lemnos left, Wounded, forlorn, of human aid bereft, Is not my crime, or not my crime alone Defend your justice, for the fact's "Tis true, the advice was mine; that staying

there Ile might his weary

limbs with reft repair, From a long voyage free, and from a longer

490 He took the counsel, and he lives at least; The event declares I counfeli'd for the best : Though faith is all in ministers of state; For who can promise to be fortunate ?, Now since his arrows are the fate of Troy, 495 Do not my wit, or weak address, employ; Send Ajax there, with his persuasive sense, To mollify the man, and draw him thence : But Xanthus shall run backward; Ida ftand A leafless mountain ; and the Grecian band 500 Shall fight for Troy ; if, when my counsels fail, The wit of heavy Ajax can prevail.



Hard Philoctetes, exercise thy spleen Against thy fellows, and the king of men ; Curse my devoted head, above the rest, And wish in arms to meet me breast to breaft: Yet I the dangerous task will undertake, And either die myself, or bring thee back.

Nor doubt the fame success, as when before The Phrygian prophet to these tents I bore, 510 Surpriz'd by night, and forc'd him to declare In what was plac'd the fortune of the war; Heaven's dark decrees and answers to display, And how to take the town, and where the

secret lay : Yet this I compass’d, and from Troy convey'd The fatal image of their guardian maid ; That work was mine; for Pallas, though our

friend, Yet while she was in Troy, did Troy defend. Now what has Ajax done, or what design'd ? A noisy nothing, and an empty wind. If he be what he promises in show, Why was I sent, and why fear’d he to go ? Our boasting champion thought the task not

light To pass the guards, commit himself to night; Not only through a hostile town to pass, But scale, with steep ascent, the sacred place ; With wand'ring steps to search the citadel, And from the priests their patroness to steal :






Then through surrounding foes to force my way,
And bear in triumph home the heavenly prey;
Which had I not, Ajax in vain had held, 531
Before that monstrous bulk, his sevenfold shield.
That night to conquer Troy I might be said,
When Troy was liable to conquest made.

Why point'st thou to my partner of the war?
Tydides had indeed a worthy share
In all my toil, and praise; bụt when thy might
Our ships protected, didst thou singly fight?
All join'd, and thou of many wert but one;
Į ask'd no friend, nor had, but him alone;
Who, bad he not been well affur'd, that art
And conduct were of war the better part,
And more avail'd than strength, my valiant

Had urg'd a better right, than Ajax can pre-

tend :
As good at least Eurypylus may claim,
And the more moderate Ajax of the name:
The Cretan king, and his brave charioteer,
And Menelaus bold with sword and spear;
All these had been my rivals in the shield,
And yet all these to my pretensions yield.
Thy boistrous hands are then of use, when I
With this directing bead those hands apply.
Brawn without brain is thine : my prudent care
Forefees, provides, adminifters the war:





Thy province is to fight; but when shall be

The time to fight, the king consults with me: Nodram of judgment with thy force is join'd; Thy body is of profit, and my mind. By how much more the ship her safety owes To him who steers, than him that only rows, 560 By how much more the captain merits praise Than he who fights, and fighting but obeys; By so much greater is my worth than thine, Who canst but execute what I design. What gain'st thou, brutal man, if I confefs 565 Thy strength superior, when thy wit is less ? Mind is the man: I claim my whole desert From the mind's vigor, and the immortal part. But you,

O Grecian chiefs, reward my care, Be grateful to your watchman of the war: 570 For all my labours in fo long a space, Sure I may plead a title to your grace: Enter the town ; I then unbarr'd the gates, When I remov'd their tutelary fates. By all our common hopes, if hopes they be 575 Which I have now reduc'd to certainty ; By falling Troy, by yonder tottering towers, And by their taken gods, which now are ours ; Or if there yet a farther task remains, To be perform’d by prudence or by pains; 580 If yet fome desp'rate action rests behind, That asks high conduct, and a dauntless mind;


If ought be wanting to the Trojan doom,
Which none but I can manage and o'ercome;
Award those arms I ask, by your decree:
Or give to this what you refuse to me.
He ceas’d: and, ceasing, with respect he

bow'd, And with his hand at once the fatal statue shew'd. Heaven, air, and ocean rung, with loud ap

plause, And by the general vote he gain’d his cause. Thus conduct won the prize, when courage

fail'd, And eloquence o'er brutal force prevail'd.



He who could often, and alone, withstand The foe, the fire, and Jove's own partial hand, Now cannot his unmaster'd grief sustain, 600 But yields to rage, to madness, and disdain ; Then snatching out his fauchion, Thou, said he, Art mine; Ulyffes lays no claim to thee. O often try'd, and ever trusty sword, Now do thy last kind office to thy lord : "Tis Ajax who requests thy aid, to show None but himself, himself could overthrow. He said, and with so good a will to die Did to his breast the fatal point apply,


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