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         Iliad. Book 3. English.
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             The third book of Homers Iliads. Translated by Thomas Grantham, professor of the speedy way of teaching the Hebrew, Greek, and Latine tongues, in Mermaid-Court in Gutter-lane, near Cheapside, London
             Iliad. Book 3. English.
             Homer.
             Grantham, Thomas, d. 1664.
          
           [4], 11, [1] p.
           
             printed by M.I. for the author,
             London :
             1660.
          
           
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             The
             Third
          
           BOOK
           OF
           Homers
           Iliads
           .
           Translated
           by
           
             Thomas
             Grantham
             ,
          
           Professor
           of
           the
           speedy
           way
           of
           Teaching
           the
           
             Hebrew
             ,
             Greek
             ,
          
           and
           
             Latine
          
           Tongues
           ,
           in
           Meremaid-Court
           in
           Gutter-lane
           ,
           near
           Cheapside
           ,
           
             London
             .
          
        
         
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           by
           
             M.
             I.
          
           for
           the
           Author
           ,
           1660.
           
        
      
       
       
       
         
           To
           his
           Noble
           Friend
           Mr
           THOMAS
           TURNER
           ,
           Gentleman
           of
           
             GRAIES
             —
             INN
             .
          
        
         
           
             Sir
             ,
          
        
         
           IN
           antient
           times
           those
           who
           escaped
           ship
           
           wrack
           ,
           hung
           up
           their
           cloaths
           in
           the
           Temples
           of
           their
           Gods
           in
           signs
           of
           gratitude
           .
        
         
           Philosophers
           call
           Virtues
           and
           Vices
           ,
           
             the
          
           
           
             cloathing
             of
             the
             mind
             :
             Achilles
          
           has
           it
           to
           
             Agamemnon
             ;
             Oh
             thou
             ,
             that
             art
             cloathed
             with
             Impudence
             !
          
           The
           Scripture
           has
           it
           ;
           
             Josuah
             stood
             before
             the
             Lord
             in
             filthy
             rags
             ,
          
           those
           rags
           
           were
           the
           vices
           and
           sins
           of
           the
           people
           ,
           as
           Interpreters
           say
           :
           The
           cloathing
           and
           robes
           of
           righteousness
           are
           often
           read
           in
           *
           
           Scripture
           .
           And
           the
           divine
           Graces
           are
           not
           made
           onely
           a
           Cloathing
           ,
           but
           an
           Armor
           :
           
             Put
             yee
             on
             the
             Helmet
             of
             salvation
             ,
             the
             Breast-plate
             of
             righteousness
             ,
             and
             the
             shield
          
           
           
             of
             faith
             :
          
           there
           is
           also
           ,
           
             a
             Crown
             of
             righteousness
             .
          
           SIR
           ,
           whatsoever
           Graces
           ,
           Virtues
           ,
           or
           Ornaments
           are
           in
           this
           Translation
           ,
           I
           sacrifice
           them
           all
           to
           you
           ,
           who
           has
           saved
           me
           in
           a
           double
           shipwrack
           .
           St.
           
             Paul
          
           suffered
           thrice
           shipwrack
           ,
           and
           I
           twice
           :
           First
           ,
           a
           Sequestration
           from
           my
           Parsonage
           :
           Then
           there
           was
           an
           Ordinance
           ,
           that
           no
           Sequestred
           Minister
           should
           teach
           School
           under
           pain
           of
           imprisonment
           ,
           there
           was
           both
           my
           hands
           tied
           behind
           me
           ,
           and
           
           I
           was
           in
           a
           kind
           of
           Hell
           ,
           I
           could
           not
           get
           a
           drop
           of
           water
           :
           
             Sir
             ,
          
           in
           this
           extremity
           I
           received
           many
           noble
           courtesies
           from
           your
           Brother
           ,
           and
           you
           ,
           and
           other
           friends
           of
           yours
           ;
           for
           the
           which
           the
           Lord
           grant
           yee
           mercy
           .
        
         
           
             Yours
             Thomas
             Grantham
             .
          
        
      
    
     
       
       
         
           The
           Third
           Book
           of
           
             HOMER'S
             ILIADS.
             
          
        
         
           
             The
             Argument
             .
          
           
             When
             all
             the
             Armies
             were
             set
             in
             array
             ,
          
           
             
               Paris
            
             all
             arm'd
             stept
             out
             ,
             but
             run
             away
          
           
             So
             soon
             as
             he
             did
             
               Menelaus
            
             spye
             :
          
           
             Then
             
               Hector
            
             said
             ,
             
               Paris
            
             how
             cowardly
          
           
             And
             basely
             dost
             thou
             run
             !
             Oh
             scorn
             to
             yeild
             ,
          
           
             Fight
             for
             fair
             
               Helen
            
             in
             this
             pitched
             Field
             .
          
           
             Then
             
               Paris
            
             with
             his
             Armour
             ,
             Sword
             and
             Launce
             ,
          
           
             Between
             the
             Armies
             stontly
             did
             advance
             :
          
           
             Then
             
               Menelaus
            
             did
             from
             his
             Chariot
             leap
             ,
          
           
             And
             him
             assaulted
             in
             a
             furious
             heat
             ,
          
           
             And
             drew
             him
             to
             the
             Graecians
             all
             along
             ,
          
           
             Until
             that
             
               Venus
            
             broke
             the
             Oxes
             Thong
          
           
             Which
             ty'd
             his
             Helmet
             to
             his
             Throat
             ,
             and
             then
          
           
             He
             flung
             the
             Helmet
             to
             the
             armed
             men
             .
          
           
             
               Venus
            
             doth
             hide
             him
             in
             a
             Mist
             unknown
             ,
          
           
             And
             quickly
             in
             his
             Chamber
             set
             him
             down
             ,
          
           
             And
             
               Helen
            
             told
             how
             he
             was
             come
             from
             fight
             ,
          
           
             Now
             to
             embrace
             her
             with
             a
             full
             delight
             .
          
           
             The
             King
             does
             then
             the
             fairest
             
               Helen
            
             claim
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             her
             wealth
             ,
             whatsoever
             with
             her
             came
             .
          
        
         
           
             WHen
             both
             the
             Army
             was
             set
             in
             array
             ,
             
          
           
             The
             
               Trojans
            
             ran
             with
             clamours
             all
             the
             way
             ,
          
           
             Like
             to
             the
             Cranes
             ,
             who
             cold
             and
             rain
             do
             flye
             ,
          
           
             And
             crying
             to
             the
             flowing
             Ocean
             high
             ,
          
           
           
             Threatning
             the
             
               Pigmeis
            
             for
             to
             slay
             and
             kill
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             this
             cruel
             war
             much
             blood
             they
             spill
             .
          
           
             The
             
               Gracians
            
             silent
             all
             together
             breath
             ,
          
           
             Unto
             the
             
               Trojan
            
             Army
             threatning
             death
             ▪
          
           
             And
             as
             the
             South-Wind-mists
             do
             darkness
             fling
          
           
             On
             Mountains
             ,
             which
             to
             Shepherds
             sorrows
             bring
             ,
          
           
             But
             pleases
             
               Thieves
               ,
            
             when
             scarce
             that
             any
             one
          
           
             Can
             see
             so
             far
             as
             men
             can
             cast
             a
             stone
             .
          
           
             Thus
             like
             a
             Whirlwind
             did
             a
             dust
             arise
          
           
             Under
             their
             feet
             ,
             which
             darkned
             all
             their
             eyes
             :
          
        
         
           
             The
             Armies
             clos'd
             ,
             then
             
               Paris
            
             stept
             before
             ,
          
           
             His
             Bow
             he
             held
             ,
             a
             
               Panthors
            
             Hide
             he
             wore
             ,
          
           
             A
             Sword
             ,
             two
             brazen-headed
             Darts
             he
             shook
             ,
          
           
             Provokt
             the
             proudest
             
               Greek
            
             with
             angry
             look
             ,
          
           
             And
             stately
             pace
             :
             When
             
               Menelaus
            
             King
             ,
          
           
             Saw
             him
             triumphing
             such
             disgraces
             bring
             ,
          
           
             He
             joy'd
             like
             to
             a
             Lion
             who
             does
             spye
          
           
             A
             Hart
             or
             Goat
             before
             the
             Hounds
             to
             flye
             ;
          
           
             Then
             from
             his
             Chariot
             leap'd
             the
             armed
             King
             ,
          
           
             Whom
             
               Paris
            
             saw
             and
             fled
             ;
             So
             from
             a
             Spring
          
           
             When
             any
             spyes
             a
             Serpent
             ,
             he
             will
             run
             ,
          
           
             And
             pale
             and
             wan
             this
             Serpent
             he
             will
             shun
             :
          
           
             So
             
               Paris
            
             (
             like
             a
             God
             in
             Beauty
             )
             flies
             ,
          
           
             And
             fearful
             to
             the
             
               Trojan
            
             Army
             highs
             .
          
           
             Then
             
               Hector
            
             did
             unhappy
             
               Paris
            
             scorn
             ,
          
           
             And
             wish'd
             that
             his
             fair
             face
             had
             been
             unborn
             ;
          
           
             And
             told
             him
             if
             he
             never
             married
             were
             ,
          
           
             That
             such
             a
             spectacle
             would
             not
             appear
             ;
          
           
             The
             
               Graecians
            
             shout
             to
             see
             thy
             fair
             sweet
             face
             ,
          
           
             And
             cowardize
             ,
             our
             Armies
             to
             disgrace
             ;
          
           
             Thou
             stol'st
             from
             
               Greece
            
             a
             valiant
             Warriers
             Wife
             ,
          
           
             Which
             to
             thy
             Father
             ,
             and
             to
             
               Troy
            
             brought
             strife
             :
          
           
             Thou
             couldst
             not
             
               Menelaus
            
             wrath
             sustain
             ,
          
           
             For
             stealing
             of
             his
             Wife
             he
             had
             thee
             slain
             .
          
           
             Your
             Harp
             and
             
               Venus
            
             gifts
             ,
             fair
             face
             and
             all
             ,
          
           
             Are
             nothing
             worth
             when
             in
             the
             dirt
             you
             fall
             ;
          
           
             The
             
               Trojans
            
             all
             are
             frighted
             ,
             and
             a
             stone
             
          
           
             Had
             been
             your
             Coat
             ,
             if
             you
             had
             fought
             alone
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             Then
             
               Paris
            
             said
             (
             who
             was
             of
             shape
             Divine
             )
          
           
             
               Hector
            
             I
             kindly
             take
             these
             words
             of
             thine
             ,
          
           
             Thy
             heart
             is
             like
             an
             Ax
             that
             cuts
             an
             Oake
             ,
          
           
             And
             he
             that
             cuts
             learns
             cunning
             at
             each
             stroake
             ;
          
           
             Thou
             art
             undaunted
             ,
             yet
             do
             not
             me
             upbrade
             ,
          
           
             And
             scorn
             my
             lovely
             Beauty
             
               Venus
            
             made
             ;
          
           
             Honour
             the
             gifts
             of
             Gods
             ;
             Who
             would
             not
             take
          
           
             It
             kindly
             if
             the
             Gods
             him
             fair
             would
             make
             ?
          
           
             But
             if
             you
             'l
             have
             me
             fight
             ,
             then
             all
             fit
             down
             ,
          
           
             For
             
               I
            
             fair
             
               Helen
            
             will
             keep
             as
             mine
             own
             ,
          
           
             And
             fight
             with
             
               Menelans
               ;
            
             if
             he
             shall
          
           
             Me
             overcome
             ,
             let
             him
             take
             her
             ,
             and
             all
          
           
             Her
             goods
             to
             
               Greece
               .
            
             We
             vows
             and
             leagues
             will
             take
             ,
          
           
             Never
             hereafter
             any
             war
             to
             make
             .
          
           
             Dwel
             ye
             in
             gleby
             
               Troy
               ,
            
             wee
             'l
             take
             our
             course
             
          
           
             For
             
               Argos
               ,
            
             where
             fair
             women
             are
             ,
             and
             horse
             .
          
        
         
           
             This
             saying
             then
             ,
             
               Hector
            
             did
             highly
             please
             ,
          
           
             And
             rushing
             in
             the
             midst
             he
             made
             them
             cease
          
           
             From
             fighting
             ;
             but
             the
             
               Grecians
               ▪
            
             flung
             their
             darts
             ,
          
           
             And
             stones
             ,
             and
             arrows
             ,
             to
             wound
             
               Hector's
            
             heart
             .
          
           
             Then
             
               Agamemnon
            
             said
             with
             mighty
             voice
             ,
          
           
             
               Grecians
            
             leave
             off
             to
             fight
             and
             make
             a
             noise
             ,
          
           
             Fair
             Helmed
             
               Hector
            
             unto
             a
             treaty
             shows
             ;
          
           
             Then
             all
             the
             Army
             ceased
             from
             their
             blows
             :
          
           
             And
             
               Hector
            
             said
             ,
             
               Trojans
            
             and
             well-arm'd
             
               Greeks
               ,
            
          
           
             
               Paris
            
             for
             whom
             this
             strife
             begun
             ,
             now
             seeks
          
           
             A
             Peace
             ,
             and
             bids
             you
             all
             leave
             off
             to
             fight
             ,
          
           
             For
             hee
             fair
             
               Helen
            
             will
             keep
             as
             his
             right
             ,
          
           
             If
             hee
             shall
             
               Menelaus
            
             overcome
             ,
          
           
             Hee
             'l
             keep
             her
             and
             her
             riches
             all
             at
             home
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             all
             the
             
               Greeks
            
             were
             silent
             every where
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             King
             
               Menelaus
            
             gave
             an
             ear
             ,
          
           
             Who
             said
             ,
             I
             am
             sorry
             that
             these
             griefs
             I
             see
             ,
          
           
             Of
             
               Greeks
            
             and
             
               Trojens
               ▪
            
             but
             we
             shall
             be
             free
             ;
          
           
             For
             either
             
               Paris
            
             or
             my self
             must
             dye
             ,
          
           
             Then
             will
             the
             strife
             be
             ended
             presently
             .
          
           
             Then
             bring
             two
             Lambs
             ,
             a
             black
             one
             and
             a
             white
             ,
          
           
             The
             black
             for
             earth
             ,
             the
             white
             for
             Phoebus
             bright
             ;
          
           
           
             And
             bring
             old
             
               Priam
            
             now
             a
             League
             to
             make
             ,
          
           
             For
             all
             his
             sons
             their
             Covenants
             have
             brake
             :
          
           
             Let
             no
             man
             now
             the
             Oath
             of
             
               Jove
            
             prophane
             ,
          
           
             For
             young
             men
             are
             unstable
             and
             untame
             ;
          
           
             But
             let
             old
             
               Priam
            
             come
             ,
             for
             he
             does
             know
          
           
             Things
             past
             and
             present
             ,
             that
             betwixt
             us
             go
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             all
             the
             
               Greeks
            
             and
             
               Trojans
            
             did
             rejoice
             ,
          
           
             In
             hopes
             of
             peace
             at
             
               Menelaus
            
             voice
             ,
          
           
             And
             rank'd
             their
             Horses
             ;
             every
             Souldier
             round
          
           
             Put
             off
             his
             Arms
             ,
             and
             plac'd
             himself
             on
             ground
             ;
          
        
         
           
             The
             place
             betwixt
             the
             Armies
             was
             but
             small
             ,
          
           
             They
             were
             to
             fight
             in
             ;
             then
             did
             
               Hector
            
             call
          
           
             Two
             Heralds
             ,
             whom
             he
             bad
             the
             Lambs
             to
             bring
          
           
             For
             Sacrifice
             ,
             and
             
               Priam
            
             their
             old
             King
             ;
          
           
             But
             
               Agamemnon
            
             ruling
             ,
             sent
             before
          
           
             
               Talhithius
               ,
            
             to
             bring
             a
             sheep
             from
             shore
             ;
          
        
         
           
             Then
             
               Iris
            
             to
             white
             armed
             
               Helen
            
             came
             ,
          
           
             Like
             to
             
               Antenor's
            
             Wife
             ,
             the
             very
             same
             :
          
           
             She
             was
             King
             
               Priam's
            
             daughter
             ,
             past
             them
             all
          
           
             In
             beauty
             ;
             her
             they
             Laodi●ce
             call
             ;
          
           
             She
             found
             her
             in
             her
             house
             spinning
             a
             Web
          
           
             Double
             ,
             and
             shining
             ,
             and
             much
             laboured
             ;
          
           
             It
             did
             the
             
               Greek
            
             and
             
               Trojan
            
             War
             contain
             ,
          
           
             And
             show'd
             what
             sorrows
             Martial
             men
             sustain
             .
          
           
             Then
             standing
             by
             her
             ,
             Nymph
             ,
             come
             see
             said
             she
             ,
          
           
             Now
             
               Greece
            
             and
             
               Troy
            
             in
             peace
             united
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             every
             man
             sits
             leaning
             on
             his
             shield
             ;
          
           
             But
             
               Paris
            
             hath
             provoked
             to
             the
             field
          
           
             King
             
               Menelaus
               ,
            
             they
             will
             end
             this
             strife
          
           
             with
             Launces
             ,
             who
             shall
             call
             fair
             
               Helen
            
             Wife
             ;
          
           
             Then
             
               Helen
            
             thought
             how
             happy
             she
             should
             be
             ,
          
           
             If
             she
             her
             Husband's
             Parents
             town
             should
             see
             ;
          
        
         
           
             White
             Veils
             did
             shadow
             her
             with
             mighty
             grace
             ,
          
           
             And
             tears
             ran
             trickling
             down
             along
             her
             face
             ;
          
           
             
               Athra
               ,
               Pitheus
            
             daughter
             did
             attend
             ,
          
           
             And
             
               Clymene
               ,
            
             whose
             beauty
             all
             commend
             ▪
          
           
             They
             hasted
             ,
             and
             they
             came
             to
             
               Sceat
            
             towers
             ,
          
           
             Where
             
               Priam
            
             was
             ,
             with
             all
             his
             Counsellours
             ,
          
           
           
             
               Pantheus
               ,
               Thymeles
               ,
               Lampus
            
             was
             there
             ,
          
           
             
               Clitius
               ,
               Hecutaon
               ,
            
             all
             men
             fear
             ;
          
           
             
               Ucalegon
               ,
               Antenor
               ,
            
             these
             were
             known
          
           
             To
             all
             the
             World
             to
             be
             men
             of
             renown
             ;
          
           
             The
             Voice
             they
             spake
             like
             Grashoppers
             did
             ring
             ,
          
           
             When
             they
             in
             Woods
             ,
             chirping
             on
             trees
             did
             sing
             :
          
           
             But
             when
             fair
             
               Helen
            
             to
             the
             towers
             came
             ,
          
           
             All
             said
             her
             Beauty
             far
             surpast
             her
             Fame
             ;
          
           
             
               Trojans
            
             and
             
               Grecians
               ,
            
             none
             could
             think
             amiss
             ,
          
           
             To
             suffer
             sorrows
             for
             so
             great
             a
             bliss
             :
          
           
             She
             's
             like
             the
             Goddesses
             ,
             she
             's
             all
             Divine
             ;
          
           
             Yet
             though
             in
             glory
             she
             the
             heaven
             out-shine
             ,
          
           
             Let
             her
             with
             all
             her
             ships
             return
             again
             ,
          
           
             Rather
             then
             we
             these
             sorrows
             should
             sustain
             .
          
        
         
           
             When
             all
             spake
             thus
             ,
             
               Priam
            
             did
             
               Helen
            
             call
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             ,
             Dear
             Daughter
             ,
             sit
             and
             name
             them
             all
             ;
          
           
             Your
             Husband
             you
             may
             see
             ,
             kindred
             and
             friends
             ,
          
           
             Not
             you
             ,
             but
             Gods
             these
             mighty
             sorrows
             sends
             :
          
           
             Tell
             me
             what
             man
             is
             that
             so
             amply
             spred
             ,
          
           
             And
             though
             some
             Greeks
             be
             higher
             by
             the
             head
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             he
             the
             fairest
             of
             them
             all
             I
             see
             ,
          
           
             So
             worshipful
             ,
             so
             like
             a
             King
             is
             he
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             
               Helen
            
             said
             ,
             Oh
             reverend
             Father-in-law
             ,
          
           
             And
             fear'd
             ,
             Would
             I
             had
             dyed
             when
             I
             saw
          
           
             Your
             Son
             ;
             of
             Bed
             and
             Brethren
             
               I
            
             am
             now
             bereft
             ,
          
           
             My
             dearest
             Daughter
             ,
             and
             my
             friends
             are
             left
             :
          
           
             But
             what
             's
             my
             weeping
             ?
             
               I
            
             must
             answer
             thee
             ,
          
           
             And
             tell
             the
             questions
             thou
             dost
             ask
             of
             me
             ;
          
           
             That
             's
             
               Agamemnon
            
             who
             does
             rule
             ,
             so
             far
             ,
          
           
             He
             's
             great
             ,
             and
             good
             ,
             and
             valiant
             in
             all
             war
             ;
          
           
             He
             is
             my
             Husbands
             Brother
             ;
             wo
             is
             me
             ,
          
           
             My
             unchaste
             lusts
             bring
             me
             this
             misery
             .
          
        
         
           
             This
             said
             ,
             the
             King
             did
             much
             admire
             his
             fate
             ,
          
           
             And
             mighty
             Armies
             marching
             in
             such
             state
             ;
          
           
             To
             
               Phrygia
            
             full
             of
             Vines
             
               I
            
             took
             my
             course
          
           
             One
             time
             ,
             to
             see
             those
             brave
             men
             ride
             the
             horse
             ;
          
           
             
               Otreus
            
             and
             
               Mygdon
            
             were
             Commanders
             then
          
           
             Against
             the
             
               Amazons
               ,
            
             who
             did
             fight
             like
             men
             .
          
           
           
             But
             tell
             the
             Phrigians
             all
             ,
             they
             came
             not
             neer
          
           
             The
             number
             of
             the
             black-ey'd
             Grecians
             here
             .
          
        
         
           
             At
             second
             sight
             he
             did
             
               Ulisses
            
             see
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             ,
             dear
             daughter
             ,
             pre-thee
             answer
             me
             ;
          
           
             Who
             's
             he
             ,
             that
             's
             lesser
             by
             the
             head
             ,
             but
             strong
             ,
          
           
             Broad-shoulder'd
             ,
             breasted
             as
             he
             walks
             along
             :
          
           
             Like
             to
             a
             Bell-Wether
             ,
             or
             Ram
             he
             shews
             ,
          
           
             That
             walks
             before
             the
             wel
             white-fleeced
             Yews
             .
          
           
             She
             answered
             ,
             That
             's
             
               Ulisses
               ,
            
             who
             is
             great
          
           
             In
             counsels
             ,
             and
             so
             famous
             for
             deceit
             .
          
           
             
               Antenor
            
             answered
             ,
             This
             is
             true
             Madame
             ,
          
           
             For
             he
             to
             
               Troy
            
             sometime
             a
             Legate
             came
          
           
             With
             
               Menelaus
            
             for
             your
             sake
             ,
             and
             these
          
           
             I
             entertained
             with
             all
             things
             might
             please
             .
          
           
             
               Menelaus
            
             standing
             did
             
               Ulisses
            
             pass
             ,
          
           
             But
             as
             he
             sate
             
               Ulisses
            
             braver
             was
             .
          
           
             His
             counsels
             and
             his
             words
             were
             very
             smal
          
           
             When
             he
             did
             speak
             ,
             yet
             pleasing
             unto
             all
             .
          
           
             But
             when
             the
             wise
             
               Ulisses
            
             up
             did
             rise
          
           
             To
             speak
             ,
             he
             fixed
             on
             the
             earth
             his
             eies
             ;
          
           
             And
             as
             he
             spake
             ,
             he
             held
             his
             Scepter
             still
             ;
          
           
             There
             is
             none
             would
             think
             he
             was
             a
             man
             of
             skill
             ,
          
           
             Until
             he
             heard
             his
             words
             like
             drifts
             of
             snow
          
           
             Flye
             all
             about
             us
             ,
             yet
             was
             nought
             in
             show
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             third
             he
             ask'd
             was
             
               Ajax
               Telamon
               ;
            
          
           
             Who
             's
             that
             ,
             said
             he
             ,
             so
             bigg
             of
             limb
             and
             bone
             ,
          
           
             So
             high
             ,
             that
             to
             his
             head
             there
             reacheth
             none
             .
          
           
             To
             him
             the
             large-veil'd
             ,
             glorious
             ,
             fairest
             Dame
             ,
          
           
             That
             ever
             from
             the
             Grecian
             quarters
             came
             ,
          
           
             She
             said
             ,
             That
             's
             
               Ajax
               Telamon
            
             you
             see
             ,
          
           
             The
             Grecian
             Bulwark
             he
             is
             held
             to
             be
             :
          
           
             
               Idomeneus
            
             near
             to
             him
             does
             stand
             ,
          
           
             And
             round
             about
             him
             those
             that
             bear
             Command
             :
          
           
             My
             warlike
             Husband
             him
             did
             entertain
             .
          
           
             Within
             our
             Court
             ,
             and
             all
             his
             glorious
             Train
             .
          
           
             The
             other
             black-ey'd
             Greeks
             to
             mind
             I
             call
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             you
             now
             I
             could
             relate
             them
             all
             :
          
           
             
               Castor
            
             that's
             skill'd
             in
             horse
             ,
             and
             
               Pollux
            
             strong
             ,
          
           
             My
             brethren
             both
             ,
             I
             think
             came
             not
             along
             :
          
           
           
             They
             fear
             to
             come
             ,
             to
             fight
             in
             war
             for
             shame
             :
          
           
             And
             are
             disgraced
             at
             my
             very
             name
             .
          
           
             Or
             else
             I
             think
             they
             're
             dead
             .
             The
             Heralds
             then
          
           
             Brought
             Lambs
             and
             Wine
             before
             the
             Armed
             men
             .
          
           
             Herald
             
               Ideus
            
             brought
             a
             mighty
             boul
             ,
          
           
             And
             golden
             cups
             to
             quench
             each
             thirsty
             soul
             ,
          
           
             And
             said
             ,
             King
             
               Priam
            
             rise
             ,
             the
             Princes
             call
             ;
          
           
             Let
             's
             make
             our
             Covenant
             before
             them
             all
             :
          
           
             
               Paris
            
             and
             
               Menelaus
            
             now
             will
             fight
             ,
          
           
             And
             try
             who
             to
             fair
             
               Helen
            
             shall
             have
             right
             :
          
           
             Let
             him
             that
             wins
             her
             take
             her
             wealth
             away
             ;
          
           
             We
             Trojans
             all
             in
             Gleby
             
               Troy
            
             will
             stay
             ;
          
           
             And
             all
             yee
             Grecians
             then
             in
             Greece
             may
             dwell
             ,
          
           
             Which
             for
             fair
             Horse
             and
             Women
             does
             excell
             .
          
        
         
           
             This
             said
             ,
             old
             
               Priams
            
             limbs
             began
             to
             shake
             ,
          
           
             But
             bad
             his
             Men
             his
             Chariot
             ready
             make
             ;
          
           
             Which
             he
             ascending
             ,
             with
             the
             Reins
             did
             guide
             ,
          
           
             Then
             straight
             
               Antenor
            
             marched
             to
             his
             side
             ,
          
           
             And
             through
             the
             
               Scean
            
             Ports
             their
             horse
             did
             run
             ,
          
           
             Until
             that
             they
             unto
             the
             Armies
             come
             ,
          
           
             And
             lighting
             in
             the
             midst
             the
             King
             did
             rise
             ,
          
           
             So
             did
             
               Ulisses
               ,
            
             who
             was
             mighty
             wise
             .
          
           
             The
             Heralds
             then
             with
             a
             clear
             voice
             did
             speak
             ,
          
           
             That
             none
             these
             faithful
             vows
             should
             dare
             to
             break
             :
          
           
             They
             mix
             the
             Wine
             which
             both
             the
             Armies
             brings
             ,
          
           
             And
             powr
             water
             on
             the
             hands
             of
             Kings
             .
          
           
             Then
             
               Agamemnon
            
             drew
             the
             knife
             he
             put
          
           
             In
             his
             swords
             sheath
             ,
             and
             with
             it
             he
             did
             cut
          
           
             The
             wool
             from
             both
             the
             for
             heads
             of
             the
             Lambs
             ,
          
           
             The
             Heralds
             then
             with
             execration
             dams
          
           
             That
             break
             their
             Vows
             ,
             the
             hair
             they
             give
             to
             all
             :
          
           
             Then
             
               Agamemnon
            
             on
             the
             Gods
             did
             call
             :
          
        
         
           
             Great
             glorious
             
               Jove
               ,
            
             who
             
               Ida
            
             alwaies
             swaies
             ,
          
           
             And
             thou
             ,
             O
             Sun
             ,
             that
             lights
             us
             with
             thy
             raies
             :
          
           
             Yee
             Earth
             and
             floods
             ,
             and
             all
             that
             punish
             those
          
           
             In
             hell
             below
             ,
             whom
             darkness
             does
             inclose
          
           
             Witness
             the
             perjured
             ,
             keep
             the
             faithful
             Oath
             ,
          
           
             Which
             now
             you
             see
             is
             made
             between
             them
             both
             :
          
           
           
             If
             
               Paris
            
             now
             shall
             
               Menelaus
            
             kill
             ,
          
           
             Then
             
               Paris
            
             shall
             have
             
               Helen
            
             at
             his
             will
             ,
          
           
             And
             all
             her
             goods
             he
             shall
             in
             
               Troy
            
             retain
             ,
          
           
             And
             wee
             'l
             hoist
             sail
             ,
             and
             hasten
             home
             again
             .
          
           
             If
             
               Menelaus
            
             now
             shall
             
               Paris
            
             slay
             ,
          
           
             Then
             
               Troy
            
             both
             
               Helen
               ,
            
             and
             her
             wealth
             shall
             pay
             :
          
           
             But
             if
             that
             
               Priam
            
             and
             his
             Sons
             deny
          
           
             To
             pay
             the
             Fine
             ,
             if
             
               Paris
            
             now
             shall
             dye
             ;
          
           
             Then
             I
             will
             fight
             ,
             and
             dearly
             make
             them
             pay
             ,
          
           
             For
             keeping
             back
             what
             is
             my
             due
             away
             .
          
           
             Then
             he
             the
             throat
             of
             both
             the
             Lambs
             with
             knife
          
           
             Did
             cut
             ,
             and
             left
             them
             gasping
             for
             their
             life
             :
          
           
             Then
             Wine
             they
             powred
             out
             ,
             and
             Vows
             did
             make
             ,
          
           
             The
             Grecians
             and
             the
             Tojans
             all
             thus
             spake
             :
          
        
         
           
             Oh
             mighty
             
               Jove
               ,
            
             and
             ye
             immortal
             powers
             ,
          
           
             Who
             first
             does
             violate
             this
             Oath
             of
             ours
             ,
          
           
             Dash
             out
             their
             brains
             ,
             let
             Bastards
             be
             their
             race
             ;
          
           
             But
             
               Jove
            
             would
             not
             their
             supplications
             grace
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             
               Priam
            
             said
             ,
             Trojans
             and
             Grecians
             hear
             ,
          
           
             This
             cruel
             fight
             my
             heart
             can
             no
             waies
             bear
             :
          
           
             Whether
             my
             Son
             shall
             
               Menelaus
            
             kill
          
           
             None
             knows
             ,
             for
             this
             is
             as
             the
             gods
             do
             will
             .
          
           
             He
             mounts
             the
             Chariot
             ,
             takes
             the
             Lambs
             ,
             his
             Horse
          
           
             He
             reins
             .
             
               Antenor
            
             with
             him
             took
             his
             course
             .
          
           
             Then
             
               Hector
            
             and
             
               Ulisses
            
             measured
             out
          
           
             The
             ground
             to
             fight
             ,
             the
             Armies
             stood
             about
             ,
          
           
             And
             cast
             the
             Lots
             ,
             whether
             of
             these
             should
             fling
          
           
             His
             Javeling
             ,
             then
             the
             fields
             about
             did
             ring
          
           
             With
             praying
             to
             the
             Gods
             ,
             and
             all
             did
             pray
          
           
             The
             wronged
             man
             might
             the
             Disturber
             slay
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             
               Hector
            
             shook
             the
             Helm
             '
             that
             held
             the
             Chance
             ,
          
           
             And
             
               Paris
            
             first
             had
             lot
             to
             fling
             his
             Lance
             .
          
           
             Then
             all
             the
             Souldiers
             r●nked
             in
             a
             round
          
           
             Sate
             with
             their
             Horses
             ,
             and
             their
             Arms
             on
             ground
             .
          
           
             Then
             
               Paris
            
             arm'd
             himself
             for
             this
             same
             strife
             ,
          
           
             Who
             fair
             hair'd
             
               Helen
               ▪
            
             had
             unto
             his
             wife
             .
          
           
             First
             he
             put
             on
             his
             Boots
             ,
             and
             these
             made
             fast
          
           
             With
             silver
             Buttons
             which
             would
             strongly
             last
             .
          
           
           
             Then
             he
             put
             on
             his
             breast-plate
             ,
             this
             before
          
           
             His
             brother
             
               Lycaon
            
             full
             oft
             had
             wore
             :
          
           
             Then
             he
             put
             on
             his
             Damask
             sword
             in
             field
             ,
          
           
             And
             after
             that
             his
             strong
             and
             mighty
             shield
             :
          
           
             His
             Helmet
             with
             a
             plume
             of
             Horses
             hair
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             he
             daunced
             all
             the
             Armies
             stare
             :
          
           
             And
             terribly
             he
             shewed
             in
             this
             advance
             ,
          
           
             For
             he
             did
             shake
             his
             huge
             and
             mighty
             Lance
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             
               Menelaus
            
             in
             an
             angry
             mood
             ,
          
           
             With
             gallant
             Armor
             'twixt
             the
             Armies
             stood
             :
          
           
             Trojans
             and
             Grecians
             all
             about
             did
             gaze
             ,
          
           
             For
             both
             the
             Armies
             were
             in
             great
             amaze
          
           
             To
             see
             these
             men
             to
             come
             so
             stoutly
             in
             ,
          
           
             And
             dare
             it
             out
             ,
             for
             they
             came
             chin
             to
             chin
             .
          
           
             Then
             
               Paris
            
             first
             did
             fling
             his
             Lance
             in
             field
             ,
          
           
             Which
             did
             reflect
             from
             
               Menelaus
            
             shield
             :
          
           
             Then
             
               Menelaus
            
             did
             his
             Spear
             prepare
          
           
             To
             fling
             ,
             but
             first
             to
             
               Jove
            
             he
             made
             his
             prayer
             ;
          
        
         
           
             Oh
             
               Jove
               !
            
             this
             
               Paris
            
             wrong'd
             me
             most
             of
             all
             ;
          
           
             Now
             grant
             that
             he
             under
             my
             hands
             may
             fall
             ;
          
           
             And
             every
             Guest
             in
             after-time
             shall
             fear
          
           
             To
             wrong
             his
             Hoste
             ,
             who
             was
             to
             him
             so
             dear
             :
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             his
             Lance
             did
             pierce
             through
             
               Paris
            
             shield
             ,
          
           
             Stuck
             in
             his
             breast-plate
             ,
             made
             it
             for
             to
             yield
             ,
          
           
             And
             cut
             the
             coat
             his
             bowels
             did
             contain
             ;
          
           
             But
             
               Paris
            
             stoopt
             ,
             or
             
               Paris
            
             had
             been
             slain
             :
          
           
             His
             Helmet
             also
             with
             his
             sword
             he
             strake
             ,
          
           
             His
             sword
             in
             three
             or
             four
             pieces
             brake
             :
          
           
             Then
             looking
             up
             to
             heaven
             ,
             Oh
             
               Jove
               !
            
             said
             he
             ,
          
           
             There
             is
             no
             God
             so
             cruel
             unto
             me
             ;
          
           
             My
             Sword
             is
             broke
             ,
             my
             Lance
             is
             flung
             in
             vain
             ,
          
           
             I
             durst
             have
             sworn
             I
             should
             have
             
               Paris
            
             slaih
             :
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             he
             presently
             did
             catch
             his
             Guest
          
           
             By
             th'
             Horse-hair-plume
             that
             dangled
             on
             his
             crest
             ,
          
           
             And
             drew
             him
             to
             the
             Grecians
             all
             along
             ,
          
           
             Untill
             that
             
               Venus
            
             broke
             the
             Oxes
             thong
          
           
             Which
             tied
             his
             Helmet
             to
             his
             throat
             ,
             and
             then
          
           
             He
             flung
             the
             Helmet
             to
             the
             Armed
             men
             .
          
           
           
             Then
             
               Menelaus
            
             did
             his
             Lance
             advance
             ;
          
           
             But
             
               Paris
            
             was
             delivered
             from
             that
             chance
          
           
             Of
             death
             ,
             for
             
               Venus
            
             in
             a
             mist
             unknown
          
           
             Kept
             him
             ,
             and
             in
             his
             chamber
             set
             him
             down
             :
          
           
             And
             
               Helen
            
             in
             a
             tower
             of
             great
             height
             ,
          
           
             Found
             with
             some
             Ladies
             there
             to
             see
             the
             fight
             .
          
           
             Then
             like
             that
             Woman
             old
             in
             shape
             she
             came
             ,
          
           
             Who
             for
             her
             spinning
             was
             of
             mighty
             fame
             ,
          
           
             And
             lov'd
             of
             
               Helen
               ;
               Helen
               ,
            
             come
             now
             ,
             said
             she
             ,
          
           
             Quickly
             ,
             for
             I
             must
             needs
             discourse
             with
             thee
             .
          
           
             
               Paris
            
             is
             now
             returned
             from
             the
             fight
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             his
             chamber
             loves
             to
             take
             delight
             ;
          
           
             On
             his
             sweet
             beds
             he
             is
             ,
             so
             fai●
             ,
             you
             'l
             say
             ;
          
           
             He
             came
             not
             from
             the
             War
             ,
             but
             from
             a
             Play
             ,
          
           
             Or
             dance
             ;
             then
             
               Helen
            
             did
             know
             this
             D●sguise
             ,
          
           
             By
             her
             white
             neck
             ,
             her
             breasts
             ,
             and
             sparkling
             eyes
             .
          
        
         
           
             She
             said
             ,
             Oh
             thou
             unhappy
             Deity
             ,
          
           
             Why
             dost
             thou
             add
             unto
             my
             misery
             ?
          
           
             What
             wouldst
             thou
             lead
             me
             into
             
               Phrygia
               ,
            
          
           
             Or
             to
             my
             friends
             in
             brave
             
               Maeonia
               ?
            
          
           
             Because
             that
             
               Menelaus
            
             did
             or'ecome
          
           
             
               Paris
               ,
            
             now
             therefore
             thou
             wouldst
             take
             me
             home
             .
          
           
             With
             all
             deceits
             the
             waies
             of
             Gods
             deny
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             thy
             feet
             never
             ascend
             the
             sky
             :
          
           
             Endure
             sorrows
             greater
             then
             e're
             came
             ,
          
           
             Until
             thou
             be
             his
             servant
             ,
             or
             his
             dame
             :
          
           
             But
             now
             
               I
            
             am
             resolv'd
             not
             to
             adorn
          
           
             His
             bed
             ,
             for
             this
             I
             hold
             my
             greatest
             scorn
             .
          
           
             Then
             
               Helen
            
             said
             ;
             Wretch
             ,
             provoke
             not
             me
             ,
          
           
             My
             hate
             is
             more
             then
             was
             my
             love
             to
             thee
             :
          
           
             Between
             the
             Greeks
             and
             Trojans
             I
             'le
             thee
             place
             ,
          
           
             There
             thou
             shalt
             perish
             with
             a
             great
             disgrace
             .
          
        
         
           
             This
             fearful
             speech
             she
             durst
             not
             but
             obey
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             her
             snowy
             veil
             did
             haste
             away
          
           
             From
             all
             the
             Trojan
             Armies
             ,
             undiseri'd
          
           
             She
             scap'd
             away
             ,
             for
             
               Venus
            
             was
             her
             guide
             :
          
           
             They
             unto
             
               Paris
            
             house
             quickly
             did
             hie
             ,
          
           
             The
             Maidens
             all
             their
             houswiferys
             did
             plie
             :
          
           
           
             She
             mounted
             to
             a
             chamber
             was
             above
             ,
          
           
             Led
             by
             the
             laughter
             loving
             dame
             of
             Love
             ,
          
           
             Who
             set
             a
             stool
             just
             before
             
               Paris
            
             face
          
           
             For
             
               Helen
               ,
            
             who
             look'd
             on
             him
             with
             disgrace
             .
          
           
             I
             wish
             my
             husband
             had
             thee
             slain
             in
             War
             ,
          
           
             Although
             thou
             boast
             thou
             dost
             excell
             him
             far
             .
          
           
             Go
             fight
             with
             him
             ,
             yet
             shal
             my
             counsel
             be
          
           
             Now
             to
             forbear
             ,
             least
             that
             he
             conquer
             thee
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             
               Paris
            
             answered
             
               Helen
               ,
            
             and
             did
             speak
          
           
             These
             bitter
             words
             ,
             My
             very
             heart
             does
             break
             .
          
           
             What
             if
             that
             
               Menelaus
            
             conquered
             me
             ,
          
           
             The
             Gods
             hereafter
             may
             propitious
             be
             ,
          
           
             And
             I
             may
             conquer
             him
             ;
             Oh!
             I
             burn
             more
          
           
             Then
             when
             I
             brought
             thee
             to
             the
             
               Cranaen
            
             shore
             .
          
           
             Let
             us
             imbrace
             in
             Bed
             ;
             Oh!
             my
             desire
          
           
             Of
             loving
             burns
             with
             a
             flame-raging
             fire
             :
          
           
             This
             said
             ,
             then
             presently
             to
             bed
             he
             went
             ,
          
           
             She
             followed
             ,
             and
             they
             slept
             with
             all
             content
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             
               Menelaus
            
             like
             a
             wilde
             beast
             did
             stare
             ,
          
           
             To
             find
             out
             
               Paris
               ,
            
             who
             was
             held
             so
             fair
             :
          
           
             And
             all
             the
             Trojans
             wisht
             that
             he
             could
             find
          
           
             
               Paris
               ,
            
             for
             all
             did
             hate
             him
             in
             their
             mind
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             
               Agamemnon
            
             said
             ,
             Trojans
             give
             ear
             ,
          
           
             And
             Grecians
             too
             ,
             for
             I
             shall
             make
             it
             clear
             ,
          
           
             That
             warlike
             
               Menelaus
            
             won
             the
             field
             ,
          
           
             Now
             
               Helen
            
             with
             her
             riches
             you
             muse
             yield
             ;
          
           
             And
             pay
             the
             Fine
             that
             's
             due
             ,
             hereafter
             fame
          
           
             Shal
             spread
             our
             Acts
             ,
             the
             Greeks
             approve
             the
             same
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
    
     
       
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           Notes for div A44272e-130
           
             
               Vestimenta
               maris
               Deo
               ,
            
             Hor.
             Ode
             5.
             
          
           
             Platonici
             virtutes
             ,
             &
             vitia
             ,
             vestes
             animae
             nominabant
             .
          
           
             Hom.
             ver.
             150.
             
          
           
             Isa.
             61.
             10.
             
          
           
             Eph.
             6.
             14
             ,
             16
             ,
             17.
             2
             Tim.
             4.
             8.
             
          
        
         
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             Tomb-stone
             .
          
           
             
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