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THE TENTH BOOK OF THE ILIAD.

It is observable, says Eustathius, that the Poet very artfully repairs the Loss of the last Day by this nocturnal Stratagem; and it is plain that such a Contrivance was necessary: The Army was dispirited and Achilles inflexible; but by the Success of this Adventure the Scale is turn'd in favour of the Grecians.


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The ARGUMENT.

The Night-Adventure of Diomed and Ulysses.

Upon the Refusal of Achilles to return to the Army, the Distress of Agamemnon is describ'd in the most lively manner. He takes no Rest that Night, but passes thro' the Camp, awaking the Leaders, and contriving all possible Methods for the publick Safety. Menelaus, Nestor, Ulysses and Diomed are employ'd in raising the rest of the Captains. They call a Council of War, and determine to send Scouts into the Enemy's Camp to learn their Posture and discover their Intentions. Diomed undertakes this hazardous Enterprize, and makes choice of Ulysses for his Companion. In their Passage they surprize Dolon, whom Hector had sent on a like Design to the Camp of the Grecians. From him they are inform'd of the Situation of the Trojan and Auxiliary Forces, and particularly of Rhesus and the Thracians who were lately arrived. They pass on with Success, kill Rhesus, with several of his Officers, and seize the famous Horses of that Prince with which they return in Triumph to the Camp.

The same Night continues; the Scene lies in the two Camps.


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All Night the Chiefs before their Vessels lay,
And lost in Sleep the Labours of the Day:

Verse 3. All but the King, &c.] Homer here with a very small Alteration repeats the Verses which begin the second Book: He introduces Agamemnon with the same Pomp as he did Jupiter; he ascribes to him the same Watchfulness over Men, as he exercis'd over the Gods, and Jove and Agamemnon are the only Persons awake, while Heaven and Earth are asleep. Eustathius.

All but the King; with various Thoughts opprest,

His Country's Cares lay rowling in his Breast.
As when by Light'nings Jove's Ætherial Pow'r
Foretells the ratling Hail, or weighty Show'r,

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Verse 7. Or sends soft Snows.] Scaliger's Criticism against this Passage, that it never lightens and snows at the same time, is sufficiently refuted by Experience. See Bossu of the Epic Poem lib. 3. c. 7. and Barnes's Note on this Place.

Or sends soft Snows to whiten all the Shore,

Verse 8. Or bids the brazen Throat of War to roar.] There is something very noble and sublime in this Image: The vast Jaws of War is an Expression that very poetically represents the Voraciousness of War, and gives us a lively Idea of an insatiate Monster. Eustathius.

Or bids the brazen Throat of War to roar;

Verse 9. By fits one Flash succeeds, &c.] It requires some Skill in Homer to take the chief Point of his Similitudes; he has often been misunderstood in that respect, and his Comparisons have frequently been strain'd to comply with the Fancies of Commentators. This Comparison which is brought to illustrate the Frequency of Agamemnon's Sighs, has been usually thought to represent in general the Groans of the King, whereas what Homer had in his view was only the quick Succession of them.

By fits one Flash succeeds, as one expires,

And Heav'n flames thick with momentary Fires.
So bursting frequent from Atrides' Breast,
Sighs following Sighs his inward Fears confest.

Verse 13. Now o'er the Fields, &c.] Aristotle answers a Criticism of some Censurers of Homer on this Place. They asked how it was that Agamemnon, shut up in his Tent in the Night, could see the Trojan Camp at one view, and the Fleet at another, as the Poet represents it? It is (says Aristotle) only a metaphorical manner of Speech; To cast one's Eye, means but to reflect upon, or to revolve in one's Mind: and that employ'd Agamemnon's Thoughts in his Tent, which had been the chief Object of his Eyes the Day before.

Now o'er the Fields, dejected, he surveys

From thousand Trojan Fires the mounting Blaze;
Hears in the passing Wind their Music blow,
And marks distinct the Voices of the Foe.
Now looking backwards to the Fleet and Coast,
Anxious he sorrows for th'endanger'd Host.

Verse 19. He rends his Hairs in sacrifice to Jove.] I know this Action of Agamemnon has been taken only as a common Expression of Grief, and so indeed it was render'd by Accius, as cited by Tully, Tusc. quæst. l. 3. Scindens dolore identidem intonsam comam. But whoever reads the Context will, I believe, be of Opinion, that Jupiter is mention'd here on no other Account than as he was apply'd to in the offering of these Hairs, in an humble Supplication to the offended Deity who had so lately manifested his Anger.

He rends his Hairs, in sacrifice to Jove,

And sues to Him that ever lives above:
Inly he groans; while Glory and Despair
Divide his Heart, and wage a doubtful War.
A thousand Cares his lab'ring Breast revolves;
To seek sage Nestor now the Chief resolves,
With him, in wholsome Counsels, to debate
What yet remains to save th'afflicted State.

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Verse 27. He rose, and first he cast his Mantle round.] I fancy it will be entertaining to the Reader to observe how well the Poet at all times suits the Descriptions to the Circumstances of the Persons: We must remember that this Book continues the Actions of one Night; the whole Army is now asleep, and the Poet takes this Opportunity to give us a Description of several of his Heroes suitable to their proper Characters. Agamemnon who is every where describ'd as anxious for the Good of his People, is kept awake by a fatherly Care for their Preservation. Menelaus, for whose sake the Greeks had suffer'd so greatly, shares all their Misfortunes, and is restless while they are in danger. Nestor, a provident, wise old Man, sacrifices his Rest even in the Extremity of Age, to his Love for his Country. Ulysses, a Person next to Nestor in Wisdom, is ready at the first Summons; he finds it hard, while the Greeks suffer, to compose himself to Sleep, but is easily awak'd to march to its Defence: But Diomed, who is every where describ'd as a daring Warrior, sleeps unconcern'd at the Nearness of the Enemy, and is not awaked without some Violence: He is said to be asleep, but he sleeps like a Soldier in compleat Arms.

I could not pass over one Circumstance in this Place in Relation to Nestor. It is a Pleasure to see what Care the Poet takes of his favourite Councellor: He describes him lying in a soft Bed, wraps him up in a warm Cloak, to preserve his Age from the Coldness of the Night; but Diomed, a gallant young Hero, sleeps upon the Ground in open Air; and indeed every Warrior is dress'd in Arms peculiar to that Season: The Hide of a Lion or Leopard is what they all put on, being not to engage an Enemy, but to meet their Friends in Council.

Eustathius.
He rose, and first he cast his Mantle round,

Next on his Feet the shining Sandals bound;
A Lion's yellow Spoils his Back conceal'd;
His warlike Hand a pointed Javelin held.
Meanwhile his Brother, prest with equal Woes,
Alike deny'd the Gifts of soft Repose,
Laments for Greece; that in his Cause before
So much had suffer'd, and must suffer more.
A Leopard's spotted Hide his Shoulders spread;
A brazen Helmet glitter'd on his Head:
Thus (with a Javelin in his Hand) he went,
To wake Atrides in the Royal Tent.
Already wak'd, Atrides he descry'd,
His Armour buckling at his Vessel's side.
Joyful they met; the Spartan thus begun:
Why puts my Brother his bright Armour on?

Verse 43. Sends he some Spy? &c.] Menelaus in this Place starts a Design which is afterwards proposed by Nestor in Council; the Poet knew that the Project would come with greater Weight from the Age of the one, than from the Youth of the other: and that the Valiant would be ready to execute a Design, which so venerable a Counsellor had form'd. Eustathius.

Sends he some Spy, amidst these silent Hours,

To try yon' Camp, and watch the Trojan Pow'rs?
But say, what Hero shall sustain that Task?
Such bold Exploits uncommon Courage ask,

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Guideless, alone, through Night's dark Shade to go,
And 'midst a hostile Camp explore the Foe?
To whom the King. In such Distress we stand,
No vulgar Counsels our Affairs demand;
Greece to preserve, is now no easy part,
But asks high Wisdom, deep Design, and Art.
For Jove, averse, our humble Vows denies,
And bows his Head to Hector's Sacrifice.
What Eye has witness'd, or what Ear believ'd,
In one great Day, by one great Arm atchiev'd,

Verse 57. Such wondrous Deeds as Hector's Hand, &c.] We hear Agamemnon in this Place launching into the Praises of a gallant Enemy; but if any one think that he raises the Actions of Hector too high, and sets him above Achilles himself, this Objection will vanish if he considers that he commends him as the bravest of mere Men, but still he is not equal to Achilles who was descended from a Goddess. Agamemnon undoubtedly had Achilles in his Thoughts when he says,

Sprung from no God, &c.

But his Anger will not let him even name the Man whom he thus obliquely praises.

Eustathius proceeds to observe, that the Poet ascribes the gallant Exploits of Hector to his Piety; and had he not been favour'd by Jove, he had not been thus victorious.

He also remarks that there is a double Tautology in this Speech of Agamemnon, as δηθα και δολιχον, μερμερα μητισασθαι, and εργα ερρεξε. This proceeds from the Wonder which the King endeavours to express at the Greatness of Hector's Actions: He labours to make his Words answer the great Idea he had conceiv'd of them, and while his Mind dwells upon the same Object, he falls into the same manner of expressing it. This is very natural to a Person in his Circumstances, whose Thoughts are as it were pent up, and struggle for an Utterance.

Such wond'rous Deeds as Hector's Hand has done,

And we beheld, the last revolving Sun?
What Honours the belov'd of Jove adorn!
Sprung from no God, and of no Goddess born,
Yet such his Acts, as Greeks unborn shall tell,
And curse the Battel where their Fathers fell.
Now speed thy hasty Course along the Fleet,
There call great Ajax, and the Prince of Creet.
Our self to hoary Nestor will repair;
To keep the Guards on Duty, be his Care;

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(For Nestor's Influence best that Quarter guides;
Whose Son, with Merion, o'er the Watch presides.)
To whom the Spartan: These thy Orders born,
Say shall I stay, or with Dispatch return?
There shalt thou stay (the King of Men reply'd)
Else may we miss to meet, without a Guide,

Verse 73. The Paths so many, &c.] 'Tis plain from this Verse, as well as from many others, that the Art of Fortification was in some degree of Perfection in Homer's Days: Here are Lines drawn that traverse the Camp ev'ry way; the Ships are drawn up in the manner of a Rampart, and sally Ports made at proper Distances, that they might without Difficulty either retire or issue out, as the Occasion should require. Eustathius.

The Paths so many, and the Camp so wide.

Still, with your Voice, the sloathful Soldiers raise,
Urge by their Father's Fame, their future Praise.
Forget we now our State and lofty Birth;
Not Titles here, but Works, must prove our Worth.
To labour is the Lot of Man below;
And when Jove gave us Life, he gave us Woe.
This said, each parted to his sev'ral Cares;
The King to Nestor's sable Ship repairs;
The sage Protector of the Greeks he found
Stretch'd in his Bed, with all his Arms around;
The various-colour'd Scarf, the Shield he rears,
The shining Helmet, and the pointed Spears:

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The dreadful Weapons of the Warrior's Rage,
That old in Arms, disdain'd the Peace of Age.
Then leaning on his Hand his watchful Head,
The hoary Monarch rais'd his Eyes, and said.
What art thou, speak, that on Designs unknown
While others sleep, thus range the Camp alone?

Verse 92. Seek'st thou some Friend or nightly Centinel?] It has been thought that Nestor asks this Question upon the Account of his Son Thrasymedes, who commanded the Guard that Night. He seems to be under some Apprehension lest he should have remitted the Watch. And it may also be gather'd from this Passage, that in those Times the Use of the Watch-word was unknown; because Nestor is oblig'd to crowd several Questions together, before he can learn whether Agamemnon be a Friend or an Enemy. The Shortness of the Questions agrees admirably with the Occasion upon which they were made; it being necessary that Nestor should be immediately inform'd who he was who pass'd along the Camp: If a Spy, that he might stand upon his Guard; if a Friend, that he might not cause an Alarm to be given to the Army, by multiplying Questions. Eustathius.

Seek'st thou some Friend, or nightly Centinel?

Stand off, approach not, but thy Purpose tell.
O Son of Neleus (thus the King rejoin'd)
Pride of the Greeks, and Glory of thy Kind!

Verse 96. Lo here the wretched Agamemnon stands.] Eustathius observes, that Agamemnon here paints his Distress in a very pathetical manner: while the meanest Soldier is at rest, the General wanders about disconsolate, and is superior now in nothing so much as in Sorrow; but this Sorrow proceeds not from a base abject Spirit, but from a generous Disposition; he is not anxious for the Loss of his own Glory, but for the Sufferings of his People: It is a noble Sorrow, and springs from a commendable Tenderness and Humanity.

Lo here the wretched Agamemnon stands,

Th'unhappy Gen'ral of the Grecian Bands;
Whom Jove decrees with daily Cares to bend,
And Woes, that only with his Life shall end!
Scarce can my Knees these trembling Limbs sustain,
And scarce my Heart support its Load of Pain.
No Taste of Sleep these heavy Eyes have known;
Confus'd, and sad, I wander thus alone,
With Fears distracted, with no fix'd Design;
And all my People's Miseries are mine.

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If ought of use thy waking Thoughts suggest,
(Since Cares, like mine, deprive thy Soul of Rest)
Impart thy Counsel, and assist thy Friend:
Now let us jointly to the Trench descend,
At ev'ry Gate the fainting Guard excite,
Tir'd with the Toils of Day, and Watch of Night:
Else may the sudden Foe our Works invade,
So near, and favour'd by the gloomy Shade.
To him thus Nestor. Trust the Pow'rs above,
Nor think proud Hector's Hopes confirm'd by Jove:
How ill agree the Views of vain Mankind,
And the wise Counsels of th'eternal Mind?
Audacious Hector, if the Gods ordain
That great Achilles rise and rage again,
What Toils attend thee, and what Woes remain?
Lo faithful Nestor thy Command obeys;
The Care is next our other Chiefs to raise:
Ulysses, Diomed we chiefly need;
Mages for Strength, Oïleus fam'd for Speed.

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Some other be dispatch'd, of nimbler Feet,
To those tall Ships, remotest of the Fleet,
Where lie great Ajax and the King of Crete.
To rouse the Spartan I my self decree;
Dear as he is to us, and dear to thee,
Yet must I tax his Sloath, that claims no share
With his great Brother in this martial Care:
Him it behov'd to ev'ry Chief to sue,
Preventing ev'ry Part perform'd by you;
For strong Necessity our Toils demands,
Claims all our Hearts, and urges all our Hands
To whom the King: With Rev'rence we allow
Thy just Rebukes, yet learn to spare them now.

Verse 138. My gen'rous Brother is of gentle Kind.] Agamemnon is every where represented as the greatest Example of brotherly Affection; and he at all times defends Menelaus, but never with more Address than now: Nestor had accus'd Menelaus of Sloath; the King is his Advocate, but pleads his Excuse only in part: He does not entirely acquit him, because he would not contradict so wise a Man as Nestor; nor does he condemn him, because his Brother at this time was not guilty; but he very artfully turns the Imputation of Nestor, to the Praise of Menelaus; and affirms, that what might seem to be Remissness in his Character was only a Deference to his Authority, and that his seeming Inactivity was but an Unwillingness to act without Command. Eustathius.

My gen'rous Brother is of gentle kind,

He seems remiss, but bears a valiant Mind;
Thro' too much Def'rence to our Sov'reign Sway,
Content to follow when we lead the way.
But now our Ills industrious to prevent,
Long e'er the rest, he rose, and sought my Tent.

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The Chiefs you nam'd, already, at his Call,
Prepare to meet us near the Navy-wall;
Assembling there, between the Trench and Gates,
Near the Night-Guards, our chosen Council waits.
Then none (said Nestor) shall his Rule withstand,
For great Examples justify Command.
With that, the venerable Warrior rose;
The shining Greaves his manly Legs inclose;
His purple Mantle golden Buckles join'd,
Warm with the softest Wool, and doubly lin'd.
Then rushing from his Tent, he snatch'd in hast
His steely Lance, that lighten'd as he past.
The Camp he travers'd thro' the sleeping Crowd,
Stopp'd at Ulysses' Tent, and call'd aloud.
Ulysses, sudden as the Voice was sent,
Awakes, starts up, and issues from his Tent.
What new Distress, what sudden Cause of Fright
Thus leads you wandring in the silent Night?
O prudent Chief! (the Pylian Sage reply'd)
Wise as thou art, be now thy Wisdom try'd:

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Whatever means of Safety can be sought,
Whatever Counsels can inspire our Thought,
Whatever Methods, or to fly, or fight;
All, all depend on this important Night!
He heard, return'd, and took his painted Shield:
Then join'd the Chiefs, and follow'd thro' the Field.
Without his Tent, bold Diomed they found,
All sheath'd in Arms; his brave Companions round:
Each sunk in Sleep, extended on the Field,
His Head reclining on his bossy Shield.

Verse 174. A Wood of Spears stood by, &c.] The Picture here given us of Diomed sleeping in his Arms, with his Soldiers about him, and the Spears sticking upright in the Earth, has a near Resemblance to that in the first Book of Samuel, Ch. 26. V. 7. Saul lay sleeping within the Trench, and his Spear stuck in the Ground at his Bolster, but Abner and the People lay round about him.

A Wood of Spears stood by, that fixt upright,

Shot from their flashing Points a quiv'ring Light.
A Bull's black Hide compos'd the Hero's Bed;
A splendid Carpet roll'd beneath his Head.
Then, with his Foot, old Nestor gently shakes
The slumb'ring Chief, and in these Words awakes.
Rise, Son of Tydeus! to the brave and strong
Rest seems inglorious, and the Night too long.

Verse 182. From yon' Hill the Foe, &c.] It is necessary, if we would form an exact Idea of the Battels of Homer, to carry in our Minds the Place where each Action was fought. It will therefore be proper to enquire where that Eminence stood, upon which the Trojans encamp'd this Night. Eustathius is inclinable to believe it was Callicolone, (the Situation of which you will find in the Map of Homer's Battels) but it will appear from what Dolon says, V. 415. (of Hector's being encamp'd at the Monument of Ilus) that this Eminence must be the Tumulus on which that Monument was situate, and so the old Scholiast rightly explains it.

But sleep'st thou now? when from yon' Hills the Foe

Hangs o'er the Fleet, and shades our Walls below?

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At this, soft Slumber from his Eyelids fled;
The Warrior saw the hoary Chief, and said.
Wond'rous old Man! whose Soul no Respite knows,
Tho' Years and Honours bid thee seek Repose.
Let younger Greeks our sleeping Warriors wake;
Ill fits thy Age these Toils to undertake.
My Friend, (he answer'd) gen'rous is thy Care,
These Toils, my Subjects and my Sons might bear,
Their loyal Thoughts and pious Loves conspire
To ease a Sov'reign, and relieve a Sire.

Verse 194. But now the last Despair surrounds our Host.] The different Behaviour of Nestor upon the same Occasion, to different Persons, is worthy Observation: Agamemnon was under a Concern and Dejection of Spirit from the Danger of his Army: To raise his Courage, Nestor gave him hopes of Success, and represented the State of Affairs in the most favourable view. But he applies himself to Diomed, who is at all times enterprizing and incapable of Despair, in a far different manner: He turns the darkest side to him, and gives the worst Prospect of their Condition. This Conduct (says Eustathius) shews a great deal of Prudence: 'tis the Province of Wisdom to encourage the dishearten'd with hopes, and to qualify the forward Courage of the daring with Fears; that the Valour of the one may not sink thro' Despair, nor that of the other fly out into Rashness.

But now the last Despair surrounds our Host;

No Hour must pass, no Moment must be lost;
Each single Greek, in this conclusive Strife,
Stands on the sharpest Edge of Death or Life:
Yet if my Years thy kind Regard engage,
Employ thy Youth as I employ my Age;
Succeed to these my Cares, and rouze the rest;
He serves me most, who serves his Country best.
This said, the Hero o'er his Shoulders flung
A Lion's Spoils, that to his Ankles hung;
Then seiz'd his pond'rous Lance, and strode along.

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Meges the bold, with Ajax fam'd for speed,
The Warrior rouz'd, and to th'Entrenchments led.

Verse 207. And now the Chiefs approach the nightly Guard.] It is usual in Poetry to pass over little Circumstances, and carry on the greater. Menelaus in this Book was sent to call some of the Leaders; the Poet has too much Judgment to dwell upon the trivial Particulars of his performing his Message, but lets us know by the Sequel that he had performed it. It would have clogg'd the poetical Narration to have told us how Menelaus waked the Heroes to whom he was dispatched, and had been but a Repetition of what the Poet had fully describ'd before: He therefore (says the same Author) drops these Particularities, and leaves them to be supply'd by the Imagination of the Reader. 'Tis so in Painting, the Painter does not always draw at the full length, but leaves what is wanting to be added by the Fancy of the Beholder.

And now the Chiefs approach the nightly Guard;

A wakeful Squadron, each in Arms prepar'd:
Th'unweary'd Watch their list'ning Leaders keep,
And couching close, repell invading Sleep.

Verse 211. So faithful Dogs, &c.] This Simile is in all its Parts just to the Description it is meant to illustrate. The Dogs represent the Watch, the Flock the Greeks, the Fold their Camp, and the wild Beast that invades them, Hector. The Place, Posture, and Circumstance, are painted with the utmost Life and Nature.

Eustathius takes notice of one Particular in this Description, which shews the manner in which their Centinels kept the Guard. The Poet tells us, that they sate down with their Arms in their Hands. I think that this was not so prudent a Method as is now used; it being almost impossible for a Man that stands, to drop asleep, whereas one that is seated may easily be overpower'd by the Fatigue of a long Watch.

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So faithful Dogs their fleecy Charge maintain,

With Toil protected from the prowling Train;
When the gaunt Lioness, with Hunger bold,
Springs from the Mountains tow'rd the guarded Fold:
Thro' breaking Woods her rust'ling Course they hear;
Loud, and more loud, the Clamours strike their Ear
Of Hounds and Men; they start, they gaze around;
Watch ev'ry Side, and turn to ev'ry Sound.
Thus watch'd the Grecians, cautious of Surprize,
Each Voice, each Motion, drew their Ears and Eyes;
Each Step of passing Feet increas'd th'Affright;
And hostile Troy was ever full in Sight.
Nestor with Joy the wakeful Band survey'd,
And thus accosted thro' the gloomy Shade.

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'Tis well, my Sons, your nightly Cares employ,
Else must our Host become the Scorn of Troy.
Watch thus, and Greece shall live—The Hero said;

Verse 228. Then o'er the Trench the following Princes led.] The Reason why Nestor did not open the Council within the Trenches, was with a design to encourage the Guards, and those whom he intended to send to enter the Trojan Camp. It would have appear'd unreasonable to send others over the Entrenchments upon a hazardous Enterprize, and not to have dared himself to set a Foot beyond them. This also could not fail of inflaming the Courage of the Grecian Spies, who would know themselves not to be far from Assistance, while so many of the Princes were passed over the Ditch as well as they. Eustathius

Then o'er the Trench the following Chieftains led.

His Son, and godlike Merion march'd behind,
(For these the Princes to their Council join'd)
The Trenches past, th'assembl'd Kings around
In silent State the Consistory crown'd.
A Place there was, yet undefil'd with Gore,
The Spot, where Hector stop'd his Rage before,
When Night descending, from his vengeful Hand
Repriev'd the Relicks of the Grecian Band:
(The Plain beside with mangled Corps was spread,
And all his Progress mark'd by Heaps of dead.)
There sate the mournful Kings: when Neleus' Son,
The Council opening, in these Words begun.

Verse 241. Is there (he said) a Chief so greatly brave?] Nestor proposes his Design of sending Spies into the Trojan Army with a great deal of Address: He begins with a general Sentence, and will not choose any one Hero, for fear of disgusting the rest: Had Nestor named the Person, he would have paid him a Complement that was sure to be attended with the Hazard of his Life; and that Person might have believ'd that Nestor exposed him to a Danger, which his Honour would not let him decline; while the rest might have resented such a Partiality, which would have seem'd to give the Preference to another before them. It therefore was Wisdom in Nestor to propose the Design in general Terms, whereby all the gallant Men that offer'd themselves satisfy'd their Honour, by being willing to share the Danger with Diomed; and it was no Disgrace to be left behind, after they had offer'd to hazard their Lives for their Country. Eustathius.

Is there (he said) a Chief so greatly brave,

His Life to hazard, and his Country save?
Lives there a Man, who singly dares to go

Verse 244. Or seize some straggling Foe?] It is worthy Observation with how much Caution Nestor opens this Design, and with how much Courage Diomed accepts it. Nestor forms it with Coolness, but Diomed embraces it with Warmth and Resolution. Nestor only proposes that some Man would approach the Enemy and intercept some straggling Trojan, but Diomed offers to penetrate the very Camp. Nestor was afraid lest no one should undertake it: Diomed overlooks the Danger, and presents himself, as willing to march against the whole Army of Troy. Eustathius.

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Or favour'd by the Night, approach so near,
Their Speech, their Counsels, and Designs to hear?
If to besiege our Navies they prepare,
Or Troy once more must be the Seat of War?
This could he learn, and to our Peers recite,
And pass unharm'd the Dangers of the Night;
What Fame were his thro' all succeeding Days,
While Phœbus shines, or Men have tongues to praise?
What Gifts his grateful Country would bestow?
What must not Greece to her Deliv'rer owe?
A sable Ewe each Leader should provide,
With each a sable Lambkin by her side;
At ev'ry Rite his Share should be increas'd,
And his the foremost Honours of the Feast.
Fear held them mute: Alone, untaught to fear,
Tydides spoke—The Man you seek, is here.
Thro' yon' black Camps to bend my dang'rous way,
Some God within commands, and I obey.
But let some other chosen Warrior join,
To raise my Hopes, and second my Design.

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By mutual Confidence, and mutual Aid,
Great Deeds are done, and great Discov'ries made;
The Wise new Prudence from the Wise acquire,
And one brave Hero fans another's Fire.
Contending Leaders at the Word arose;
Each gen'rous Breast with Emulation glows:
So brave a Task each Ajax strove to share,
Bold Merion strove, and Nestor's valiant Heir;
The Spartan wish'd the second Place to gain,
And great Ulysses wish'd, nor wish'd in vain.
Then thus the King of Men the Contest ends:
Thou first of Warriors, and thou best of Friends,
Undaunted Diomed! what Chief to join
In this great Enterprize, is only thine.
Just be thy Choice, without Affection made,

Verse 280. To Birth or Office no respect be paid.] Eustathius remarks that Agamemnon artfully steals away his Brother from Danger; the Fondness he bears to him makes him think him unequal to so bold an Enterprize, and prefer his Safety to his Glory. He farther adds, that the Poet intended to condemn that faulty Modesty which makes one sometimes prefer a Nobleman before a Person of more real Worth. To be greatly born is an Happiness, but no Merit; whereas personal Virtues shew a Man worthy of that Greatness to which he is not born.

It appears from hence, how honourable it was of old to go upon these Parties by Night, or undertake those Offices which are now only the Task of common Soldiers. Gideon in the Book of Judges (as Dacier observes) goes as a Spy into the Camp of Midian, tho' he was at that time General of the Israelites.

To Birth, or Office, no respect be paid;

Let Worth determine here. The Monarch spake,
And inly trembled for his Brother's sake.
Then thus (the Godlike Diomed rejoin'd)
My Choice declares the Impulse of my Mind.

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How can I doubt, while great Ulysses stands
To lend his Counsels, and assist our Hands?
A Chief, whose Safety is Minerva's Care;
So fam'd, so dreadful, in the Works of War?

Verse 288. Blest in his Conduct.] There requir'd some Address in Diomed to make his Choice without offending the Grecian Princes; each of them might think it an Indignity to be refus'd such a Place of Honour. Diomed therefore chuses Ulysses not because he is braver than the rest, but because he is wiser. This Part of his Character was allow'd by all the Leaders of the Army; and none of them thought it a Disparagement to themselves as they were Men of Valour, to see the first Place given to Ulysses in Point of Wisdom. No doubt but the Poet by causing Diomed to make this Choice, intended to insinuate that Valour ought always to be temper'd with Wisdom; to the end that what is design'd with Prudence, may be executed with Resolution. Eustathius.

Blest in his Conduct, I no Aid require,

Wisdom like his might pass thro' Flames of Fire.

Verse 290. It fits thee not to praise me or to blame.] The Modesty of Ulysses in this Passage is very remarkable; tho' undoubtedly he deserved to be praised, yet he interrupts Diomed rather than he would be a Hearer of his own Commendation. What Diomed spoke in Praise of Ulysses, was utter'd to justify his Choice of him to the Leaders of the Army; otherwise the Praise he had given him, would have been no better than Flattery. Eustathius.

It fits thee not, before these Chiefs of Fame,

(Reply'd the Sage) to praise me, or to blame:
Praise from a Friend, or Censure from a Foe,
Are lost on Hearers that our Merits know.

Verse 294.

------Night rolls the Hours away,
The Stars shine fainter on th'Ætherial Plains,
And of Night's Empire but a third remains.

]

It has been objected that Ulysses is guilty of a threefold Tautology, when every word he utter'd shews the Necessity of being concise: If the Night was nigh spent, there was the less time to lose in Tautologies. But this is so far from being a fault, that it is a Beauty: Ulysses dwells upon the Shortness of the time before the Day appears, in order to urge Diomed to the greater Speed in prosecuting the Design. Eustathius.

But let us haste—Night rolls the Hours away,

The red'ning Orient shows the coming Day,
The Stars shine fainter on th'Ætherial Plains,

Verse 297. But a third remains.] One ought to take notice with how much Exactness Homer proportions his Incidents to the time of Action: These two Books take up no more than the Compass of one Night; and this Design could not have been executed in any other Part of it. The Poet had before told us, that all the Plain was enlightned by the Fires of Troy, and consequently no Spy could pass over to their Camp, till they were almost sunk and extinguish'd, which could not be till near the Morning.

'Tis observable that the Poet divides the Night into three Parts, from whence we may gather, that the Grecians had three Watches during the Night: The first and second of which were over, when Diomed and Ulysses set out to enter the Enemy's Camp.

Eustathius.
And of Night's Empire but a third remains.

Thus having spoke, with gen'rous Ardour prest,
In Arms Terrific their huge Limbs they drest.

Verse 300. A two-edg'd Faulchion Thrasymed the brave, &c.] It is a very impertinent Remark of Scaliger, that Diomed should not have gone from his Tent without a Sword. The Expedition he now goes upon could not be foreseen by him at the time he rose: He was awak'd of a sudden, and sent in haste to call some of the Princes: Besides, he went but to Council, and even then carry'd his Spear with him, as Homer had already inform'd us. I think if one were to study the Art of cavilling, there would be more occasion to blame Virgil for what Scaliger praises him, giving a Sword to Euryalus when he had one before, Æn. 9. V. 303.

A two-edg'd Faulchion Thrasymed the brave,

And ample Buckler, to Tydides gave:

Verse 302. Then in a Leathern Helm.] It may not be improper to observe how conformably to the Design the Poet arms these two Heroes: Ulysses has a Bow and Arrows, that he might be able to wound the Enemy at a distance, and so retard his Flight till he could overtake him; and for fear of a Discovery, Diomed is arm'd with an Helmet of Leather, that the glittering of it might not betray him. Eustathius.

There is some Resemblance in this whole Story to that of Nisus and Euryalus in Virgil: and as the Heroes are here successful, and in Virgil unfortunate, it was perhaps as great an Instance of Virgil's Judgment to describe the unhappy Youth in a glittering Helmet, which occasion'd his Discovery, as it was in Homer to arm his successful one in the contrary manner.

Then in a leathern Helm he cas'd his Head,

Short of its Crest, and with no Plume o'erspread;

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(Such as by Youths unus'd to Arms, are worn;
No Spoils enrich it, and no Studs adorn.)
Next him Ulysses took a shining Sword,
A Bow and Quiver, with bright Arrows stor'd:

Verse 309. A well-prov'd Casque.] Mr. Barnes has a pretty Remark on this Place, that it was probably from this Description, πιλος αρηρει, that the ancient Painters and Tragic Poets constantly represented Ulysses with the Pileus on his Head; but this Particularity could not be preserved with any Grace in the Translation.

A well-prov'd Casque with Leather Braces bound

(Thy Gift, Meriones) his Temples crown'd;
Soft Wool within; without, in order spread,
A Boar's white Teeth grinn'd horrid o'er his Head.

Verse 312. This from Amyntor, &c.] The Succession of this Helmet descending from one Hero to another, is imitated by Virgil in the Story of Nisus and Euryalus..

Euryalus phaleras Rhamnetis, & aurea bullis
Cingula, Tiburti Remulo ditissimus olim
Quæ mittit dona, hospitio cum jungeret absens
Cædicus, ille suo moriens dat habere nepoti.
Post mortem bello Rutuli pugnamque potiti.

It was anciently a Custom to make these military Presents to brave Adventurers. So Jonathan in the first Book of Samuel, stript himself of the Robe that was upon him, and gave it to David; and his Garments, even to his Sword, and his Bow, and his Girdle. Ch. 18. V. 4.

This from Amyntor, rich Ormenus' Son,

Autolychus by fraudful Rapine won,
And gave Amphydamas; from him the Prize
Molus receiv'd, the Pledge of social Ties;
The Helmet next by Merion was possess'd,
And now Ulysses' thoughtful Temples press'd.
Thus sheath'd in Arms, the Council they forsake,
And dark thro' Paths oblique their Progress take.
Just then, in sign she favour'd their Intent,
A long-wing'd Heron great Minerva sent;
This, tho' surrounding Shades obscur'd their View,
By the shrill Clang and whistling Wings, they knew.

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As from the Right she soar'd, Ulysses pray'd,

Verse 325. Ulysses hail'd the glad Omen.] This Passage sufficiently justifies Diomed for his Choice of Ulysses: Diomed, who was most renown'd for Valour, might have given a wrong Interpretation to this Omen, and so have been discourag'd from proceeding in the Attempt. For tho' it really signify'd, that as the Bird was not seen, but only heard by the Sound of its Wings, so they should not be discover'd by the Trojans, but perform Actions which all Troy should hear with Sorrow; yet on the other hand it might imply, that as they discovered the Bird by the Noise of its Wings, so they should be betray'd by the Noise they should make in the Trojan Army. The Reason why Pallas does not send the Bird that is sacred to her self, but the Heron, is because it is a Bird of Prey, and denoted that they should spoil the Trojans. Eustathius.

Hail'd the glad Omen, and address'd the Maid.

O Daughter of that God, whose Arm can wield
Th'avenging Bolt, and shake the dreadful Shield.
O thou! for ever present in my way,
Who, all my Motions, all my Toils survey!
Safe may we pass beneath the gloomy Shade,
Safe by thy Succour to our Ships convey'd;
And let some Deed this signal Night adorn,
To claim the Tears of Trojans yet unborn.
Then Godlike Diomed prefer'd his Pray'r:
Daughter of Jove, unconquer'd Pallas! hear.
Great Queen of Arms, whose Favour Tydeus won,
As thou defend'st the Sire, defend the Son.
When on Æsopus' Banks the banded Pow'rs
Of Greece he left, and sought the Theban Tow'rs,
Peace was his Charge; receiv'd with peaceful Show,
He went a Legat, but return'd a Foe:
Then help'd by thee, and cover'd by thy Shield,
He fought with numbers, and made numbers yield.

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So now be present, Oh celestial Maid!
So still continue to the Race thine Aid!
A youthful Steer shall fall beneath the Stroke,
Untam'd, unconscious of the galling Yoke,
With ample Forehead, and with spreading Horns,
Whose taper tops refulgent Gold adorns.
The Heroes pray'd, and Pallas from the Skies,
Accords their Vow, succeeds their Enterprize.
Now, like two Lions panting for the Prey,
With deathful Thoughts they trace the dreary way,
Thro' the black Horrors of th'ensanguin'd Plain,

Verse 355. Thro' Dust, thro' Blood, &c.] Zenophon has imitated this Passage; but what the Poet gives us in one Line, the Historian portracts into several Sentences. Επει δε εληξεν η μαχη, παρην ιδειν, την μεν γην αιματι πεφυρμενην, &c. When the Battel was over, one might behold the Ground dy'd red with Blood, and cover'd with the Dead; Spears broken, and drawn Swords, some on the Ground, some in the Bodies of the slain. Eustathius.

Thro' Dust, thro' Blood, o'er Arms, and Hills of Slain.

Verse 356. Nor less bold Hector , &c.] It is the Remark of Eustathius, that Homer sends out the Trojan Spy in this Place in a very different manner from the Grecian ones before. Having been very particular in describing the Counsel of the Greeks, he avoids tiring the Reader here with parallel Circumstances, and passes it in general Terms. In the first, a wise old Man proposes the Adventure with an Air of Deference; in the second, a brave young Man with an Air of Authority. The one promises a small Gift, but very honourable and certain; the other a great one, but uncertain and less honourable, because 'tis given as a Reward. So that Diomed and Ulysses are inspired with the Love of Glory, Dolon is possest with a Thirst of Gain: They proceed with a sage and circumspect Valour, he with Rashness and Vanity; they go in Conjunction, he alone; they cross the Fields out of the Road, he follows the common Track. In all this there is a Contraste that is admirable, and a Moral that strikes every Reader at first Sight.

Nor less bold Hector, and the Sons of Troy,

On high Designs the wakeful Hours employ;
Th'assembled Peers their lofty Chief inclos'd;
Who thus the Counsels of his Breast propos'd.
What glorious Man, for high Attempts prepar'd,
Dares greatly venture for a rich Reward?
Of yonder Fleet a bold Discov'ry make,
What Watch they keep, and what Resolves they take:

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If now subdu'd they meditate their Flight,
And spent with Toil neglect the Watch of Night?
His be the Chariot that shall please him most,
Of all the Plunder of the vanquish'd Host;
His the fair Steeds that all the rest excell,
And his the Glory to have serv'd so well.
A Youth there was among the Tribes of Troy,

Verse 370. Dolon his Name.] 'Tis scarce to be conceiv'd with what Conciseness the Poet has here given us the Name, the Fortunes, the Pedigree, the Office, the Shape, the Swiftness of Dolon. He seems to have been eminent for nothing so much as for his Wealth, tho' undoubtedly he was by Place one of the first Rank in Troy: Hector summons him to this Assembly amongst the Chiefs of Troy; nor was he unknown to the Greeks, for Diomed immediately after he had seiz'd him, calls him by his Name. Perhaps being an Herald, he had frequently pass'd between the Armies in the Execution of his Office.

The Ancients observ'd upon this Place, that it was the Office of Dolon which made him offer himself to Hector. The Sacred Character gave him hopes that they would not violate his Person, should he happen to be taken; and his Riches he knew were sufficient to purchase his Liberty; besides all which Advantages, he had hopes from his Swiftness to escape any Pursuers. Eustathius.

Dolon his Name, Eumedes' only Boy,

(Five Girls beside the rev'rend Herald told)
Rich was the Son in Brass, and rich in Gold;

Verse 374. Not blest by Nature with the Charms of Face.] The Original is,

Ος δη τοι ειδος μεν εην κακος, αλλα ποδωκης.

Which some ancient Criticks thought to include a Contradiction, because the Man who is ill-shap'd can hardly be swift in running; taking the word ειδος as apply'd in general to the Air of the whole Person. But Aristotle acquaints us that word was as proper in regard to the Face only, and that it was usual with the Cretans to call a Man with a handsome Face, ευειδης. So that Dolon might want a good Face, and yet be well-shap'd enough to make an excellent Racer. Poet. c. 26.

Not blest by Nature with the Charms of Face,

But swift of Foot, and matchless in the Race.
Hector! (he said) my Courage bids me meet
This high Atchievement, and explore the Fleet:
But first exalt thy Sceptre to the Skies,

Verse 379. Swear to grant me, &c.] It is evident from this whole Narration, that Dolon as a Man of no Worth or Courage; his Covetousness seems to be the sole Motive of his undertaking this Exploit: and whereas Diomed neither desir'd any Reward, nor when promis'd, requir'd any Assurance of it; Dolon demands an Oath, and will not trust the Promise of Hector; he every where discovers a base Spirit, and by the Sequel it will appear, that this vain Boaster instead of discovering the Army of the Enemy, becomes a Traytor to his own. Eustathius.

And swear to grant me the demanded Prize;

Verse 380. Th'immortal Coursers, and the glitt'ring Car.]

Hector in the foregoing Speech promises the best Horses in the Grecian Army, as a Reward to any one who would undertake what he propos'd. Dolon immediately demands those of Achilles, and confines the general Promise of Hector to the particular Horses of that brave Hero.

There is something very extraordinary in Hector's taking a solemn Oath, that he will give the Chariots and Steeds of Achilles to Dolon. The Ancients, says Eustathius, knew not whose Vanity most to wonder at, that of Dolon, or Hector; the one for demanding this, or the other for promising it. Tho' we may take notice, that Virgil lik'd this Extravagance so well as to imitate it, where Ascanius (without being asked) promises the Horses and Armour of Turnus to Nisus, on his undertaking a like Enterprize.

Vidisti, quo Turnus equo, quibus ibat in armis,
Aureus; ipsum illum, clypeum cristasque rubentes
Excipiam sorti, jam nunc tua præmia, Nise.

Unless one should think the Rashness of such a Promise better agreed with the Ardour of this youthful Prince, than with the Character of an experienc'd Warrior like Hector.

Th'immortal Coursers, and the glitt'ring Car,

That bear Pelides thro' the Ranks of War.
Encourag'd thus, no idle Scout I go,
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Ev'n to the Royal Tent pursue my way,
And all their Counsels, all their Aims betray.
The Chief then heav'd the golden Sceptre high,
Attesting thus the Monarch of the Sky.
Be witness thou! immortal Lord of all!
Whose Thunder shakes the dark aerial Hall.
By none but Dolon shall this Prize be born,
And him alone th'immortal Steeds adorn.
Thus Hector swore: the Gods were call'd in vain;
But the rash Youth prepares to scour the Plain:
A-cross his Back the bended Bow he flung,
A Wolf's grey Hide around his Shoulders hung.
A Ferret's downy Fur his Helmet lin'd,
And in his Hand a pointed Javelin shin'd.
Then (never to return) he sought the Shore,
And trod the Path his Feet must tread no more.
Scarce had he pass'd the Steeds and Trojan Throng,
(Still bending forward as he cours'd along)
When, on the hollow way, th'approaching Tread
Ulysses mark'd, and thus to Diomed.

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O Friend! I hear some Step of hostile Feet,
Moving this way, or hast'ning to the Fleet;
Some Spy perhaps, to lurk beside the Main;
Or nightly Pillager that strips the slain.
Yet let him pass, and win a little Space;
Then rush behind him, and prevent his Pace:
But if too swift of Foot he flies before,
Confine his Course along the Fleet and Shore,
Betwixt the Camp and him our Spears employ,
And intercept his hop'd return to Troy.
With that, they step'd aside, and stoop'd their head,
(As Dolon pass'd) behind a Heap of dead:
Along the Path the Spy unwary flew;
Soft, at just distance, both the Chiefs pursue.
So distant they, and such the Space between,

Verse 420. Such the Space between As when two Teams of Mules, &c.] I wonder Eustathius takes no notice of the manner of Ploughing used by the Ancients, which is describ'd in these Verses, and of which we have the best Account from Dacier. She is not satisfied with the Explanation given by Didymus, that Homer meant the Space which Mules by their Swiftness gain upon Oxen that plow in the same Field. “The Grecians (says she) did not plow in the manner now in use. They first broke up the Ground with Oxen, and then plow'd it more lightly with Mules. When they employed two Plows in a Field, they measured the Space they could Plow in a Day, and set their Plows at the two ends of that Space, and those Plows proceeded toward each other. This intermediate Space was constantly fix'd, but less in Proportion for two Plows of Oxen than for two of Mules; because Oxen are slower and toil more in a Field that has not been yet turn'd up, whereas Mules are naturally swifter, and make greater speed in a Ground that has already had the first Plowing. I therefore believe that what Homer calls επιουρα, is the Space left by the Husband-men between two Plows of Mules which till the same Field: And as this Space was so much the greater in a Field already plow'd by Oxen, he adds what he says of Mules, that they are swifter and fitter to give the second Plowing than Oxen, and therefore distinguishes the Field so plowed by the Epithet of deep, νειοιο βαθειης: For that Space was certain, of so many Acres or Perches, and always larger than in a Field as yet untill'd, which being heavier and more difficult, requir'd the Interval to be so much the less between two Plows of Oxen, because they could not dispatch so much Work. Homer could not have serv'd himself of a juster Comparison for a thing that pass'd in the Fields; at the same time he shews his Experience in the Art of Agriculture, and gives his Verses a most agreeable Ornament, as indeed all the Images drawn from this Art are peculiarly entertaining.

This manner of measuring a Space of Ground by a Comparison from Plowing, seems to have been customary in those times, from that Passage in the first Book of Samuel, Ch. 14. V. 14. And the first Slaughter which Jonathan and his Armour-bearer made, was about twenty Men, within as it were half a Furrow of an Acre of Land, which a Yoke of Oxen might plow.

As when two Teams of Mules divide the Green,

(To whom the Hind like Shares of Land allows)
When now few Furrows part th'approaching Ploughs.
Now Dolon list'ning, heard them as they past;
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Till scarce at distance of a Javelin's throw,
No Voice succeeding, he perceiv'd the Foe.
As when two skilful Hounds the Lev'ret winde,
Or chase thro' Woods obscure the trembling Hinde;
Now lost, now seen, they intercept his way,
And from the Herd still turn the flying Prey:
So fast, and with such Fears, the Trojan flew;
So close, so constant, the bold Greeks pursue.
Now almost on the Fleet the Dastard falls,
And mingles with the Guards that watch the Walls;
When brave Tydides stopp'd; a gen'rous Thought
(Inspir'd by Pallas) in his Bosom wrought,
Lest on the Foe some forward Greek advance,
And snatch the Glory from his lifted Lance.
Then thus aloud: Whoe'er thou art, remain;
This Javelin else shall fix thee to the Plain.
He said, and high in Air the Weapon cast,
Which wilful err'd, and o'er his Shoulder past;
Then fix'd in Earth. Against the trembling Wood

Verse 444. Quiver'd as he stood, &c.] The Poet here gives us a very lively Picture of a Person in the utmost Agonies of Fear: Dolon's Swiftness forsakes him, and he stands shackled by his Cowardice. The very Words express the thing he describes by the broken Turn of the Greek Verses. And something like it is aimed at in the English.

------ ο δ' αρ' εστη ταρβησεν τε
Βαμβαινων, αραθος δε δια στομα γινετ' οδοντων
Χλωρος υπαι δειους. ------
The Wretch stood prop'd, and quiver'd as he stood;


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A sudden Palsy seiz'd his turning Head;
His loose Teeth chatter'd, and his Colour fled:
The panting Warriors seize him as He stands,
And with unmanly Tears his Life demands.
O spare my Youth, and for the Breath I owe,
Large Gifts of Price my Father shall bestow:
Vast Heaps of Brass shall in your Ships be told,
And Steel well temper'd, and refulgent Gold.
To whom Ulysses made this wise Reply;

Verse 454. Be bold, nor fear to die.] 'Tis observable what Caution the Poet here uses in reference to Dolon: Ulysses does not make him any Promises of Life, but only bids him very artfully not to think of dying: So that when Diomed kills him, he was not guilty of a Breach of Promise, and the Spy was deceiv'd rather by the Art and Subtlety of Ulysses, than by his Falshood. Dolon's Understanding seems entirely to be disturb'd by his Fears; he was so cautious as not to believe a Friend just before without an Oath, but here he trusts an Enemy without so much as a Promise. Eustathius.

Whoe'er thou art, be bold, nor fear to die.

What moves thee, say, when Sleep has clos'd the Sight,
To roam the silent Fields in dead of Night?
Cam'st thou the Secrets of our Camp to find,
By Hector prompted, or thy daring Mind,
Or art some Wretch by hopes of Plunder led,
Thro' Heaps of Carnage to despoil the dead?
Then thus pale Dolon with a fearful Look,
(Still, as he spoke, his Limbs with Horror shook)
Hither I came, by Hector's Words deceiv'd;
Much did he promise, rashly I believ'd:

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No less a Bribe than great Achilles' Car,
And those swift Steeds that sweep the Ranks of War,

Verse 467. Urg'd me unwilling.] 'Tis observable that the Cowardice of Dolon here betrays him into a Falshood: Tho' Eustathius is of Opinion that the word in the Original means no more than contrary to my Judgment.

Urg'd me, unwilling, this Attempt to make;

To learn what Counsels, what Resolves you take,
If now subdu'd, you fix your Hopes on Flight,
And tir'd with Toils, neglect the Watch of Night?
Bold was thy Aim, and glorious was the Prize,
(Ulysses, with a scornful Smile, replies)
Far other Rulers those proud Steeds demand,
And scorn the Guidance of a vulgar Hand;
Ev'n great Achilles scarce their Rage can tame,
Achilles sprung from an immortal Dame.
But say, be faithful, and the Truth recite!

Verse 477. Where lies encamp'd.] The Night was now very far advanc'd, the Morning approach'd, and the two Heroes had their whole Design still to execute: Ulysses therefore complies with the Necessity of the Time, and makes his Questions very short, tho' at the same time very full. In the like manner when Ulysses comes to shew Diomed the Chariot of Rhesus, he uses a sudden Transition without the usual Form of speaking.

Where lies encamp'd the Trojan Chief to Night?

Where stand his Coursers? In what Quarter sleep
Their other Princes? tell what Watch they keep?
Say, since this Conquest, what their Counsels are?
Or here to combat, from their City far,
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Ulysses thus, and thus Eumedes' Son:
What Dolon knows, his faithful Tongue shall own.
Hector, the Peers assembling in his Tent,
A Council holds at Ilus' Monument.

Verse 488. No certain Guards.] Homer to give an Air of Probability to this Narration, lets us understand that the Trojan Camp might easily be enter'd without a Discovery, because there were no Centinels to guard it. This might happen partly thro' the Security which their late Success had thrown them into, and partly thro' the Fatigues of the former Day. Besides which, Homer gives us another very natural Reason, the Negligence of the auxiliar Forces, who being Foreigners, had nothing to lose by the Fall of Troy.

No certain Guards the nightly Watch partake;

Verse 489. Where e'er yon Fires ascend.] This is not to be understood of those Fires which Hector commanded to be kindled at the beginning of this Night, but only of the houshold Fires of the Trojans, distinct from the Auxiliars. The Expression in the Original is somewhat remarkable; but implies those People that were Natives of Troy; ιστια and εσχαρα πυρος signifying the same thing. So that ιστιας εχειν and εσχαρας εχειν mean to have Houses or Hearths in Troy. Eustathius.

Where e'er yon' Fires ascend, the Trojans wake:

Anxious for Troy, the Guard the Natives keep;
Safe in their Cares, th'auxiliar Forces sleep,
Whose Wives and Infants, from the Danger far,
Discharge their Souls of half the Fears of War.
Then sleep those Aids among the Trojan Train,
(Enquir'd the Chief) or scatter'd o'er the Plain?
To whom the Spy: Their Pow'rs they thus dispose:
The Pæons, dreadful with their bended Bows,
The Carians, Caucons, the Pelasgian Host,
And Leleges, encamp along the Coast.
Not distant far, lie higher on the Land
The Lycian, Mysian, and Mæonian Band,
And Phrygia's Horse, by Thymbras' ancient Wall;
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These Troy but lately to her Succour won,
Led on by Rhesus, great Eioneus' Son:
I saw his Coursers in proud Triumph go,
Swift as the Wind, and white as Winter-Snow:
Rich silver Plates his shining Car infold;
His solid Arms, refulgent, flame with Gold;
No mortal Shoulders suit the glorious Load,
Celestial Panoply, to grace a God!
Let me, unhappy, to your Fleet be born,
Or leave me here, a Captive's Fate to mourn,
In cruel Chains; till your Return reveal
The Truth or Falshood of the News I tell.
To this Tydides, with a gloomy Frown:
Think not to live, tho' all the Truth be shown:
Shall we dismiss thee, in some future Strife
To risk more bravely thy now forfeit Life?
Or that again our Camps thou may'st explore?
No—once a Traytor, thou betray'st no more.
Sternly he spoke, and as the Wretch prepar'd
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Like Light'ning swift the wrathful Faulchion flew,

Verse 526. Divides the Neck.] It may seem a Piece of Barbarity in Diomed to kill Dolon thus, in the very Act of supplicating for Mercy. Eustathius answers, that it was very necessary that it should be so, for fear, if he had defer'd his Death, he might have cry'd out to the Trojans, who hearing his Voice, would have been upon their guard.

Divides the Neck, and cuts the Nerves in two;

One Instant snatch'd his trembling Soul to Hell,
The Head, yet speaking, mutter'd as it fell.
The furry Helmet from his Brow they tear,
The Wolf's grey Hide, th'unbended Bow and Spear;
These great Ulysses lifting to the Skies,
To fav'ring Pallas dedicates the Prize.
Great Queen of Arms! receive this hostile Spoil,
And let the Thracian Steeds reward our Toil:
Thee first of all the heav'nly Host we praise;
Oh speed our Labours, and direct our ways!
This said, the Spoils with dropping Gore defac'd,
High on a spreading Tamarisk he plac'd;
Then heap'd with Reeds and gather'd Boughs the Plain,
To guide their Footsteps to the Place again.
Thro' the still Night they cross the devious Fields,
Slipp'ry with Blood, o'er Arms and Heaps of Shields.
Arriving where the Thracian Squadrons lay,
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Rang'd in three Lines they view the prostrate Band;
The Horses yok'd beside each Warrior stand.
Their Arms in order on the Ground reclin'd,
Thro' the brown Shade the fulgid Weapons shin'd.
Amidst, lay Rhesus, stretch'd in Sleep profound,
And the white Steeds behind his Chariot bound.
The welcome Sight Ulysses first descries,
And points to Diomed the tempting Prize.
The Man, the Coursers, and the Car behold!
Describ'd by Dolon, with the Arms of Gold.
Now, brave Tydides! now thy Courage try,
Approach the Chariot, and the Steeds untye;
Or if thy Soul aspire to fiercer Deeds,
Urge thou the Slaughter, while I seize the Steeds.
Pallas (this said) her Hero's Bosom warms,
Breath'd in his Heart, and strung his nervous Arms;
Where e'er he pass'd, a purple Stream pursu'd;
His thirsty Faulchion, fat with hostile Blood,
Bath'd all his Footsteps, dy'd the Fields with Gore,
And a low Groan remurmur'd thro' the Shore.

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So the grim Lion, from his nightly Den,
O'erleaps the Fences, and invades the Pen;
On Sheep or Goats, resistless in his way,
He falls, and foaming rends the guardless Prey.
Nor stopp'd the Fury of his vengeful Hand,
Till twelve lay breathless of the Thracian Band.
Ulysses following, as his Part'ner slew,
Back by the Foot each slaughter'd Warrior drew;
The milk-white Coursers studious to convey
Safe to the Ships, he wisely clear'd the way,
Lest the fierce Steeds, not yet to Battels bred,
Should start, and tremble at the Heaps of dead.
Now twelve dispatch'd, the Monarch last they found;
Tydides' Faulchion fix'd him to the Ground.

Verse 578. Just then a deathful Dream Minerva sent.] All the Circumstances of this Action, the Night, Rhesus buried in a profound Sleep, and Diomed with the Sword in his Hand hanging over the Head of that Prince, furnish'd Homer with the Idea of this Fiction, which represents Rhesus dying fast asleep, and as it were beholding his Enemy in a Dream plunging a Sword into his Bosom. This Image is very natural, for a Man in this Condition awakes no farther than to see confusedly what environs him, and to think it not a Reality, but a Vision. Eustathius, Dacier.

Just then a deathful Dream Minerva sent;

A warlike Form appear'd before his Tent,
Whose visionary Steel his Bosom tore:
So dream'd the Monarch, and awak'd no more.
Ulysses now the snowy Steeds detains,
And leads them, fasten'd by the silver Reins;

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These, with his Bow unbent, he lash'd along;
(The Scourge forgot, on Rhesus Chariot hung.)
Then gave his Friend the Signal to retire;
But him, new Dangers, new Atchievements fire:
Doubtful he stood, or with his reeking Blade
To send more Heroes to th'infernal Shade,
Drag off the Car where Rhesus Armour lay,
Or heave with manly Force, and lift away.
While unresolv'd the Son of Tydeus stands,
Pallas appears, and thus her Chief commands.
Enough, my Son, from farther Slaughter cease,
Regard thy Safety, and depart in Peace;
Haste to the Ships, the gotten Spoils enjoy,
Nor tempt too far the hostile Gods of Troy.
The Voice divine confess'd the martial Maid;
In haste he mounted, and her Word obey'd;
The Coursers fly before Ulysses' Bow,
Swift as the Wind, and white as Winter-Snow.
Not unobserv'd they pass'd: the God of Light
Had watch'd his Troy, and mark'd Minerva's Flight;

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Saw Tydeus' Son with heav'nly Succour blest,
And vengeful Anger fill'd his sacred Breast.
Swift to the Trojan Camp descends the Pow'r,

Verse 607. And wakes Hippocoon .] Apollo's waking the Trojans is only an Allegory to imply that the Light of the Morning awaken'd them. Eustathius.

And wakes Hippocoon in the Morning-Hour,

(On Rhesus' side accustom'd to attend;
A faithful Kinsman, and instructive Friend.)
He rose, and saw the Field deform'd with Blood,
An empty Space where late the Coursers stood,
The yet-warm Thracians panting on the Coast;
For each he wept, but for his Rhesus most:
Now while on Rhesus' Name he calls in vain,
The gath'ring Tumult spreads o'er all the Plain;
On Heaps the Trojans rush, with wild affright,
And wond'ring view the Slaughters of the Night.
Mean while the Chiefs, arriving at the Shade
Where late the Spoils of Hector's Spy were laid,
Ulysses stopp'd; to him Tydides bore
The Trophee, dropping yet with Dolon's Gore:
Then mounts again; again their nimble Feet
The Coursers ply, and thunder tow'rds the Fleet.

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Verse 624. Old Nestor first perceiv'd, &c.] It may with an Appearance of Reason be ask'd, whence it could be that Nestor, whose Sense of hearing might be suppos'd to be impair'd by his great Age, should be the first Person among so many youthful Warriors who hears the Tread of the Horse's Feet at a distance? Eustathius answers, that Nestor had a particular Concern for the Safety of Diomed and Ulysses on this Occasion, as he was the Person who, by proposing the Undertaking, had exposed them to a very signal Danger: and consequently his extraordinary Care for their Preservation, did more than supply the Disadvantage of his Age. This agrees very well with what immediately follows; for the old Man breaks out into a Transport at the Sight of them, and in a wild sort of Joy asks some Questions, which could not have proceeded from him, but while he was under that happy Surprize. Eustathius.

Old Nestor first perceiv'd th'approaching Sound,

Bespeaking thus the Grecian Peers around.
Methinks the Noise of tramp'ling Steeds I hear
Thick'ning this way, and gath'ring on my Ear;
Perhaps some Horses of the Trojan Breed
(So may, ye Gods! my pious Hopes succeed)
The great Tydides and Ulysses bear,
Return'd triumphant with this Prize of War.
Yet much I fear (ah may that Fear be vain)
The Chiefs out-number'd by the Trojan Train:
Perhaps, ev'n now pursu'd, they seek the Shore;
Or oh! perhaps those Heroes are no more.
Scarce had he spoke, when lo! the Chiefs appear,
And spring to Earth: the Greeks dismiss their Fear:
With Words of Friendship and extended Hands
They greet the Kings; and Nestor first demands:
Say thou, whose Praises all our Host proclaim,
Thou living Glory of the Grecian Name!
Say whence these Coursers? by what Chance bestow'd,
The Spoil of Foes, or Present of a God?

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Not those fair Steeds so radiant and so gay,
That draw the burning Chariot of the Day.
Old as I am, to Age I scorn to yield,
And daily mingle in the martial Field;
But sure till now no Coursers struck my Sight
Like these, conspicuous thro' the Ranks of Fight.
Some God, I deem, conferr'd the glorious Prize,
Blest as ye are, and fav'rites of the Skies;
The Care of him who bids the Thunder roar,
And

Minerva.

her, whose Fury bathes the World with Gore.

Father! not so, (sage Ithacus rejoin'd)
The Gifts of Heav'n are of a nobler kind.

Verse 656. Of Thracian Lineage, &c.] It is observable, says Eustathius, that Homer in this Place unravels the Series of this Night's Exploits, and inverts the Order of the former Narration. This is partly occasion'd by a Necessity of Nestor's Enquiries, and partly to relate the same thing in a different way, that he might not tire the Reader with an exact Repetition of what he knew before.

Of Thracian Lineage are the Steeds ye view,

Whose hostile King the brave Tydides slew;
Sleeping he dy'd, with all his Guards around,

Verse 659. And twelve beside, &c.] How comes it to pass that the Poet should here call Dolon the thirteenth that was slain, whereas he had already number'd up thirteen besides him? Eustathius answers, that he mentions Rhesus by himself, by way of Eminence. Then coming to recount the Thracians, he reckons twelve of 'em; so that taking Rhesus separately, Dolon will make the thirteenth.

And twelve beside lay gasping on the Ground.

These other Spoils from conquer'd Dolon came,
A Wretch, whose Swiftness was his only Fame,
By Hector sent our Forces to explore,
He now lies headless on the sandy Shore.

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Then o'er the Trench the bounding Coursers flew;
The joyful Greeks with loud Acclaim pursue.
Strait to Tydides' high Pavilion born,
The matchless Steeds his ample Stalls adorn:
The neighing Coursers their new Fellows greet,
And the full Racks are heap'd with gen'rous Wheat.
But Dolon's Armour, to his Ships convey'd,
High on the painted Stern Ulysses laid,
A Trophy destin'd to the blue-ey'd Maid.
Now from nocturnal Sweat, and sanguine Stain,

Verse 674. They cleanse their Bodies in the Main, &c.] We have here a Regimen very agreeable to the Simplicity and Austerity of the old heroic Times. These Warriors plunge into the Sea to wash themselves; for the salt Water is not only more purifying than any other, but more corroborates the Nerves. They afterwards enter into a Bath, and rub their Bodies with Oil, which by softening and moistening the Flesh prevents too great a Dissipation, and restores the natural Strength. Eustathius.

They cleanse their Bodies in the neighb'ring Main:

Then in the polish'd Bath, refresh'd from Toil,
Their Joints they supple with dissolving Oil,

Verse 677. In due Repast, &c.] It appears from hence with what Preciseness Homer distinguishes the Time of these Actions. 'Tis evident from this Passage, that immediately after their Return, it was Day-light; that being the Time of taking such a Repast as is here describ'd.

In due Repast indulge the genial Hour,

And first to Pallas the Libations pour:
They sit, rejoicing in her Aid divine,
And the crown'd Goblet foams with Floods of Wine.

I cannot conclude the Notes to this Book without observing, that what seems the principal Beauty of it, and what distinguishes it among all the others, is the Liveliness of its Paintings: The Reader sees the most natural Night-Scene in the World; he is led step by step with the Adventurers, and made the Companion of all their Expectations, and Uncertainties. We see the very Colour of the Sky, know the Time to a Minute, are impatient while the Heroes are arming, our Imagination steals out after them, becomes privy to all their Doubts, and even to the secret Wishes of their Hearts sent up to Minerva. We are alarmed at the Approach of Dolon, hear his very Footsteps, assist the two Chiefs in pursuing him, and stop just with the Spear that arrests him. We are perfectly acquainted with the Situation of all the Forces, with the Figure in which they lie, with the Disposition of Rhesus and the Thracians, with the Posture of his Chariot and Horses. The marshy Spot of Ground where Dolon is killed, the Tamarisk, or aquatic Plants upon which they hang his Spoils, and the Reeds that are heap'd together to mark the Place, are Circumstances the most Picturesque imaginable. And tho' it must be owned, that the human Figures in this Piece are excellent, and disposed in the properest Actions; I cannot but confess my Opinion, that the chief Beauty of it is in the Prospect, a finer than which was never drawn by any Pencil.