Doubtful his death; he suffocated seem'd I saw it too, with golden feathers bright, All hail,' he cried, 'thy country's grace and love; Once first of men below, now first of birds above.' 700 Its author to the story gave belief; Part fell, and part escap'd by favor of the night." This tale, by Nestor told, did much dis- Tlepolemus, the seed of Hercules, 710 "Old Chronicle," he said, "among the rest, You might have nam'd Alcides at the least: Is he not worth your praise?" The Pylian prince Sigh'd ere he spoke; then made this proud defense: "My former woes, in long oblivion drown'd, I would have lost; but you renew the wound: Better to pass him o'er, than to relate We praise not Hector; tho' his name, we know, Is great in arms: 't is hard to praise a foe. He, your great father, level'd to the ground Messenia's tow'rs: nor better fortune found Elis and Pylus; that, a neighb'ring state, And this, my own, both guiltless of their fate. "To pass the rest, twelve, wanting one, he slew, My brethren, who their birth from Neleus drew. All youths of early promise, had they liv'd; resume again. Varied at pleasure, every shape he tried, And in all beasts Alcides still defied; Vanquish'd on earth, at length he soar'd above, Chang'd to the bird that bears the bolt of Jove. The new dissembled eagle, now endued 739 With beak and pounces, Hercules pursued, And cuff'd his manly cheeks, and tore his face; Then safe retir'd, and tow'r'd in empty space. Alcides bore not long his flying foe; Reach'd him in air, suspended as he stood, The point, and his disabled wing unstrung. He wheel'd in air, and stretch'd his vans in vain; 749 His vans no longer could his flight sustain: For, while one gather'd wind, one unsupplied Hung drooping down, nor pois'd his other side. He fell the shaft that slightly was impress'd, Now from his heavy fall with weight increas'd, 780 A greater plague than all the wasteful war: And pierce his only penetrable part." Apollo bows to the superior throne, And to his uncle's anger adds his own. Then, in a cloud involv'd, he takes his flight, Where Greeks and Trojans mix'd in mortal fight, 791 And found out Paris, lurking where he stood, And he, the base adult'rer, boasts the fame: And now, the terror of the Trojan field, The Grecian honor, ornament, and shield, High on a pile th' unconquer'd chief is plac'd; The god that arm'd him first consum'd at last. Of all the mighty man, the small remains A little urn, and scarcely fill'd, contains. Yet, great in Homer, still Achilles lives; And, equal to himself, himself survives. His buckler owns its former lord, and brings 820 New cause of strife betwixt contending kings; Who worthiest, after him, his sword to wield, Or wear his armor, or sustain his shield. Ev'n Diomede sate mute, with downcast THE SPEECHES OF AJAX AND ULYSSES FROM OVID'S METAMORPHOSES, BOOK XIII THE chiefs were set, the soldiers crown'd the field: To these the master of the sevenfold shield Upstarted fierce; and, kindled with disdain, Eager to speak, unable to contain His boiling rage, he roll'd his eyes around The shore, and Grecian galleys haul'd aground; Then, stretching out his hands: "O Jove," he cried, "Must then our cause before the fleet be tried? And dares Ulysses for the prize contend, So much 't is safer at the noisy bar Nor need I speak my deeds, for those you In shades below, where Sisyphus, whose son This thief is thought, rolls up the restless heavy stone): Just Eacus the King of Gods above Then must I lose these arms, because I appear'd in fight. Or so believ'd; the less had been our shame, The less his counsel'd crime which brands the Grecian name; Nor Philoctetes had been left inclos'd 70 Our brother of the war, by whom are borne Alcides' arrows, pent in narrow bounds, With cold and hunger pinch'd, and pain'd with wounds, To find him food and clothing, must employ Against the birds the shafts due to the fate of Troy. Yet still he lives, and lives from treason free, Because he left Ulysses' company: Himself had hidden in his tent before: Thus of two champions he depriv'd our host, By exile one, and one by treason lost. Ev'n faithful Nestor less in both is found. 90 Cried out for aid, and call'd him by his along; Fear seiz'd alike the feeble and the strong: Each Greek was an Ulysses; such a dread Th' approach, and ev'n the sound of Hector bred; Him, flesh'd with slaughter, and with conquest crown'd, I met, and overturn'd him to the ground. When after, matchless as he deem'd in might, He challeng'd all our host to single fight, 140 All eyes were fix'd on me; the lots were thrown, But for your champion I was wish'd alone: Your vows were heard, we fought, and neither yield; Have ravish'd him 171 from away you and me, (At this he sigh'd, and wip'd his eyes, and drew, The latent robber, and prevent his game; Nor could he hold his tott'ring head upright Beneath that motion, or sustain the weight; Nor that right arm could toss the beamy lance, Much less the left that ampler shield ad vance, Pond'rous with precious weight, and rough with cost Of the round world in rising gold emboss'd. That orb would ill become his hand to wield, And look as for the gold he stole the shield; Which should your error on the wretch bestow, 181 It would not frighten, but allure the foe. Why asks he what avails him not in fight, And would but cumber and retard his flight, In which his only excellence is plac'd? You give him death, that intercept his haste. Add, that his own is yet a maiden shield, Nor the least dint has suffer'd in the field, Guiltless of fight; mine, batter'd, hew'd, and bor'd, Worn out of service, must forsake his lord. What farther need of words our right to scan? 191 My arguments are deeds, let action speak the man. Since from a champion's arms the strife Or seem'd to draw, some drops of kindly dew,) Who better can succeed Achilles lost, |