And with the other hand produced her breast,
Then in wing’d accents, weeping, him bespake.
My Hector! reverence this, and pity me
538 If ever, drawing forth this breast, thy griefs
Of infancy I soothed, oh now, my son! 95
Acknowledge it, and from within the walls
Repulse this enemy; stand not abroad
To cope with him, for he is savage-fierce,
And should he slay thee, neither shall myself
Who bore thee, nor thy noble spouse weep o’er 100
Thy body, but, where we can never come,
Dogs shall devour it in the fleet of Greece.
So they with prayers importuned, and with tears
Their son, but him sway’d not; unmoved he stood,
Expecting vast Achilles now at hand. 105
As some fell serpent in his cave expects
The traveller’s approach, batten’d with herbs
Of baneful juice to fury, forth he looks
Hideous, and lies coil’d all around his den,
So Hector, fill’d with confidence untamed, 110
Fled not, but placing his bright shield against
A buttress, with his noble heart conferr’d.
Alas for me! should I repass the gate,
Polydamas would be the first to heap
Reproaches on me, for he bade me lead 115
The Trojans back this last calamitous night
In which Achilles rose to arms again.
But I refused, although to have complied,
Had proved more profitable far; since then
By rash resolves of mine I have destroy’d 120
The people, how can I escape the blame
Of all in Troy? The meanest there will say —
539 By his self-will he hath destroy’d us all.
So shall they speak, and then shall I regret
That I return’d ere I had slain in fight 125
Achilles, or that, by Achilles slain,
I died not nobly in defence of Troy.
But shall I thus? Lay down my bossy shield,
Put off my helmet, and my spear recline
Against the city wall, then go myself 130
To meet the brave Achilles, and at once
Promise him Helen, for whose sake we strive
With all the wealth that Paris in his fleet
Brought home, to be restored to Atreus’ sons,
And to distribute to the Greeks at large 135
All hidden treasures of the town, an oath
Taking beside from every senator,
That he will nought conceal, but will produce
And share in just equality what stores
Soever our fair city still includes? 140
Ah airy speculations, questions vain!
I may not sue to him: compassion none
Will he vouchsafe me, or my suit respect.
But, seeing me unarm’d, will sate at once
His rage, and womanlike I shall be slain. 145
It is no time from oak or hollow rock
With him to parley, as a nymph and swain,
A nymph and swain soft parley mutual hold,
But rather to engage in combat fierce
Incontinent; so shall we soonest learn 150
Whom Jove will make victorious, him or me.
Thus pondering he stood; meantime approach’d
Achilles, terrible as fiery Mars,
Crest-tossing God, and brandish’d as he came
O’er his right shoulder high the Pelian spear. 155
Like lightning, or like flame, or like the sun
540 Ascending, beam’d his armor. At that sight
Trembled the Trojan Chief, nor dared expect
His nearer step, but flying left the gates
Far distant, and Achilles swift pursued. 160
As in the mountains, fleetest fowl of air,
The hawk darts eager at the dove; she scuds
Aslant, he screaming, springs and springs again
To seize her, all impatient for the prey,
So flew Achilles constant to the track 165
Of Hector, who with dreadful haste beneath
The Trojan bulwarks plied his agile limbs.
Passing the prospect-mount where high in air
The wild-fig waved, they rush’d along the road,
Declining never from the wall of Troy. 170
And now they reach’d the running rivulets clear,
Where from Scamander’s dizzy flood arise
Two fountains, tepid one, from which a smoke
Issues voluminous as from a fire,
The other, even in summer heats, like hail 175
For cold, or snow, or crystal-stream frost-bound.
Beside them may be seen the broad canals
Of marble scoop’d, in which the wives of Troy
And all her daughters fair were wont to lave
Their costly raiment, while the land had rest, 180
And ere the warlike sons of Greece arrived.
By these they ran, one fleeing, one in chase.
Valiant was he who fled, but valiant far
Beyond him he who urged the swift pursuit;
Nor ran they for a vulgar prize, a beast 185
For sacrifice, or for the hide of such,
The swift foot-racer’s customary meed,
541 But for the noble Hector’s life they ran.
As when two steeds, oft conquerors, trim the goal
For some illustrious prize, a tripod bright 190
Or beauteous virgin, at a funeral game,
So they with nimble feet the city thrice
Of Priam compass’d. All the Gods look’d on,
And thus the Sire of Gods and men began.
Ah — I behold a warrior dear to me 195
Around the walls of Ilium driven, and grieve
For Hector, who the thighs of fatted bulls
On yonder heights of Ida many-valed
Burn’d oft to me, and in the heights of Troy:
But him Achilles, glorious Chief, around 200
The city walls of Priam now pursues.
Consider this, ye Gods! weigh the event.
Shall we from death save Hector? or, at length,
Leave him, although in battle high renown’d,
To perish by the might of Peleus’ son? 205
Whom answer’d thus Pallas cerulean-eyed.
Dread Sovereign of the storms! what hast thou said?
Wouldst thou deliver from the stroke of fate
A mortal man death-destined from of old?
Do it; but small thy praise shall be in heaven. 210
Then answer thus, cloud-gatherer Jove return’d.
Fear not, Tritonia, daughter dear! that word
Spake not my purpose; me thou shalt perceive
Always to thee indulgent. What thou wilt
That execute, and use thou no delay. 215
So roused he Pallas of herself prepared,
And from the heights Olympian down she flew.
With unremitting speed Achilles still
Urged Hector. As among the mountain-height
The hound pursues, roused newly from her lair 220
The flying fawn through many a vale and grove;
And though she trembling skulk the shrubs beneath,
542 Tracks her continual, till he find the prey,
So ‘scaped not Hector Peleus’ rapid son.
Oft as toward the Dardan gates he sprang 225
Direct, and to the bulwarks firm of Troy,
Hoping some aid by volleys from the wall,
So oft, outstripping him, Achilles thence
Enforced him to the field, who, as he might,
Still ever stretch’d toward the walls again. 230
As, in a dream, pursuit hesitates oft,
This hath no power to fly, that to pursue,
So these — one fled, and one pursued in vain.
How, then, had Hector his impending fate
Eluded, had not Phœbus, at his last, 235
Last effort meeting him, his strength restored,
And wing’d for flight his agile limbs anew?
The son of Peleus, as he ran, his brows
Shaking, forbad the people to dismiss
A dart at Hector, lest a meaner hand 240
Piercing him, should usurp the foremost praise.
But when the fourth time to those rivulets.
They came, then lifting high his golden scales,
Two lots the everlasting Father placed
Within them, for Achilles one, and one 245
For Hector, balancing the doom of both.
Grasping it in the midst, he raised the beam.
Down went the fatal day of Hector, down
To Ades, and Apollo left his side.
Then blue-eyed Pallas hasting to the son 250
Of Peleus, in wing’d accents him address’d.
Now, dear to Jove, Achilles famed in arms!
I hope that, fierce in combat though he be,
We shall, at last, slay Hector, and return
Crown’d with great glory to the fleet of Greece. 255
No fear of his deliverance now remains,
Not even should the King of radiant shafts,
Apollo, toil in supplication, roll’d
543 And roll’d again before the Thunderer’s feet.
But stand, recover breath; myself, the while, 260
Shall urge him to oppose thee face to face.
So Pallas spake, whom joyful he obey’d,
And on his spear brass-pointed lean’d. But she,
(Achilles left) to noble Hector pass’d,
And in the form, and with the voice loud-toned 265
Approaching of Deiphobus, his ear
In accents, as of pity, thus address’d.
Ah brother! thou art overtask’d, around
The walls of Troy by swift Achilles driven;
But stand, that we may chase him in his turn. 270
To whom crest-tossing Hector huge replied.
Deiphobus! of all my father’s sons
Brought forth by Hecuba, I ever loved
Thee most, but more than ever love thee now,
Who hast not fear’d, seeing me, for my sake 275
To quit the town, where others rest content.
To whom the Goddess, thus, cerulean-eyed.
Brother! our parents with much earnest suit
Clasping my knees, and all my friends implored me
To stay in Troy, (such fear hath seized on all) 280
But grief for thee prey’d on my inmost soul.
Come — fight we bravely — spare we now our spears
No longer; now for proof if Peleus’ son
Slaying us both, shall bear into the fleet
Our arms gore-stain’d, or perish slain by thee. 285
So saying, the wily Goddess led the way.
They soon, approaching each the other, stood
Opposite, and huge Hector thus began.
Pelides! I will fly thee now no more.
Thrice I have compass’d Priam’s spacious walls 290
A fugitive, and have not dared abide
Thy onset, but my heart now bids me stand
Dauntless, and I will slay, or will be slain.
544 But come. We will attest the Gods; for they
Are fittest both to witness and to guard 295
Our covenant. If Jove to me vouchsafe
The hard-earn’d victory, and to take thy life,
I will not with dishonor foul insult
Thy body, but, thine armor stripp’d, will give
Thee to thy friends, as thou shalt me to mine. 300
To whom Achilles, lowering dark, replied.
Hector! my bitterest foe! speak not to me
Of covenants! as concord can be none
Lions and men between, nor wolves and lambs
Can be unanimous, but hate perforce 305
Each other by a law not to be changed,
So cannot amity subsist between
Thee and myself; nor league make I with thee
Or compact, till thy blood in battle shed
Or mine, shall gratify the fiery Mars. 310
Rouse all thy virtue; thou hast utmost need
Of valor now, and of address in arms.
Escape me more thou canst not; Pallas’ hand
By mine subdues thee; now will I avenge
At once the agonies of every Greek 315
In thy unsparing fury slain by thee.
He said, and, brandishing the Pelian ash,
Dismiss’d it; but illustrious Hector warn’d,
Crouched low, and, overflying him, it pierced
The soil beyond, whence Pallas plucking it 320
Unseen, restored it to Achilles’ hand,
And Hector to his godlike foe replied.
Godlike Achilles! thou hast err’d, nor know’st
At all my doom from Jove, as thou pretend’st,
But seek’st, by subtlety and wind of words, 325
All empty sounds, to rob me of my might.
Yet stand I firm. Think not to pierce my back.
Behold my bosom! if the Gods permit,
Meet me advancing, and transpierce me there.
Meantime avoid my glittering spear, but oh 330
May’st thou receive it all! since lighter far
545 To Ilium should the toils of battle prove,
Wert thou once slain, the fiercest of her foes.
He said, and hurling his long spear with aim
Unerring, smote the centre of the shield 335
Of Peleus’ son, but his spear glanced away.
He, angry to have sent it forth in vain,
(For he had other none) with eyes downcast
Stood motionless awhile, then with loud voice
Sought from Deiphobus, white-shielded Chief, 340
A second; but Deiphobus was gone.
Then Hector understood his doom, and said.
Ah, it is plain; this is mine hour to die.
I thought Deiphobus at hand, but me
Pallas beguiled, and he is still in Troy. 345
A bitter death threatens me, it is nigh,
And there is no escape; Jove, and Jove’s son
Apollo, from the first, although awhile
My prompt deliverers, chose this lot for me,
And now it finds me. But I will not fall 350
Inglorious; I will act some great exploit
That shall be celebrated ages hence.
So saying, his keen falchion from his side
He drew, well-temper’d, ponderous, and rush’d
At once to combat. As the eagle darts 355
Right downward through a sullen cloud to seize
Weak lamb or timorous hare, so brandishing
His splendid falchion, Hector rush’d to fight.
Achilles, opposite, with fellest ire
Full-fraught came on; his shield with various art 360
Celestial form’d, o’erspread his ample chest,
And on his radiant casque terrific waved
The bushy gold of his resplendent crest,
By Vulcan spun, and pour’d profuse around.
Bright as, among the stars, the star of all 365
Most radiant, Hesperus, at midnight moves,
So, in the right hand of Achilles beam’d
His brandish’d spear, while, meditating wo
To Hector, he explored his noble form,
546 Seeking where he was vulnerable most. 370
But every part, his dazzling armor torn
From brave Patroclus’ body, well secured,
Save where the circling key-bone from the neck
Disjoins the shoulder; there his throat appear’d,
Whence injured life with swiftest flight escapes; 375
Achilles, plunging in that part his spear,
Impell’d it through the yielding flesh beyond.
The ashen beam his power of utterance left
Still unimpair’d, but in the dust he fell,
And the exulting conqueror exclaim’d. 380
But Hector! thou hadst once far other hopes,
And, stripping slain Patroclus, thought’st thee safe,
Nor caredst for absent me. Fond dream and vain!
I was not distant far; in yonder fleet
He left one able to avenge his death, 385
And he hath slain thee. Thee the dogs shall rend
Dishonorably, and the fowls of air,
But all Achaia’s host shall him entomb.
To whom the Trojan Chief languid replied.
By thy own life, by theirs who gave thee birth, 390
And by thy knees, oh let not Grecian dogs
Rend and devour me, but in gold accept
And brass a ransom at my father’s hands,
And at my mother’s an illustrious price;
Send home my body, grant me burial rites 395
Among the daughters and the sons of Troy.
To whom with aspect stern Achilles thus.
Dog! neither knees nor parents name to me.
I would my fierceness of revenge were such,
That I could carve and eat thee, to whose arms 400
Such griefs I owe; so true it is and sure,
That none shall save thy carcase from the dogs.
No, trust me, would thy parents bring me weigh’d
Ten — twenty ransoms, and engage on oath
To add still more; would thy Dardanian Sire 405
547 Priam, redeem thee with thy weight in gold,
Not even at that price would I consent
That she who bare should place thee on thy bier
With lamentation; dogs and ravening fowls
Shall rend thy body while a scrap remains. 410
Then, dying, warlike Hector thus replied.
Full well I knew before, how suit of mine
Should speed preferr’d to thee. Thy heart is steel.
But oh, while yet thou livest, think, lest the Gods
Requite thee on that day, when pierced thyself 415
By Paris and Apollo, thou shalt fall,
Brave as thou art, before the Scæan gate.
He ceased, and death involved him dark around.
His spirit, from his limbs dismiss’d, the house
Of Ades sought, mourning in her descent 420
Youth’s prime and vigor lost, disastrous doom!
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