 | Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas |  |
Then laughingly to godly Priam spake swift-foot Achilles.
‘I must lodge thee without, dear sir; lest someone of our folk
Haply come in: 'tis ever some councillor asking an audience.
And ther' is old counsel when they sit with me debating.
If one of all that flock chanc'd here i' the swift-shadowing night
Thee to espy, 'twd reach the shepherd, their great Agamemnon,
And there might be delay in accomplishing our agreement.
But come, tell thy mind to me nor make scruple about it,
How many days thou'rt fain to devote to the mourning of Hector,
That for so long a time I await & from battle abstain.’
‘I must lodge thee without, dear sir; lest someone of our folk
Haply come in: 'tis ever some councillor asking an audience.
And ther' is old counsel when they sit with me debating.
If one of all that flock chanc'd here i' the swift-shadowing night
Thee to espy, 'twd reach the shepherd, their great Agamemnon,
And there might be delay in accomplishing our agreement.
But come, tell thy mind to me nor make scruple about it,
How many days thou'rt fain to devote to the mourning of Hector,
That for so long a time I await & from battle abstain.’
| Poetical Works of Robert Bridges excluding the eight dramas | |