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Thetis, presenting armour to her sonne;
He cals a Court, with full reflection
Of all his wrath. Takes of the king of men
Free-offerd gifts. All take their breakefast then;
He (onely fasting) Armes, and brings abrode,
The Grecian host. And (heairng the abode
Of his neare death by Xanthus prophecied)
The horse, for his so bold presage, doth chide.

Another Argument.

Ταυ giues the anger period
And great Achilles comes abrode.

The Morne arose, and from the Ocean, in her saffron to be,
Gaue light to all: as well to gods, as men of th' vnder globe.
Thetis stoopt home, and found the prostrate person of her sonne,

Thetis appeares To Achilles.

About his friend; still pouring out, himselfe in passion:
A number more, being heauy consorts to him in his cares.
Amongst them all, Thetis appear'd; and sacred comforters
Made those short words. Though we must grieue, yet beare it thus; (my son)
It was no man that prostrated, in this sad fashion
Thy dearest friend; it was a god, that first laid on his hand;
Whose will is law: the gods decrees, no humane must withstand.
Do thou embrace this Fabricke of a god; whose hand, before,
Nere forg'd the like; and such as yet, no humane shoulder wore.

Thus (setting downe;) The precious mettall of the armes was such,
That all the roome rung with the weight, of euery slendrest touch.
Cold tremblings tooke the Myrmidons; none durst sustaine, all fear'd
T'oppose their eyes: Achilles yet, as soone as they appear'd,

Achilles rapture at the sight of his armes.

Sterne Anger enterd. From his eyes (as if the day-starre rose)
A radiance terrifying men, did all the state enclose.
At length, he tooke into his hands, the rich gift of the god;
And (much pleasd, to behold the art, that in the shield he show'd)
He brake forth into this applause; O mother, these, right well,
Shew an immortall fingers touch; mans hand must neuer deale
With armes againe. Now I will arme; yet (that no honour make
My friend forgotten) I much feare, lest with the blowes of flies,
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All apt to putrifaction. She bad him, doubt no harme,
Of those offences: she would care, to keepe the petulant swarme
Of flies (that vsually taint, the bodies of the slaine)
From his friends person: though a yeare, the earths top should sustaine
His slaughterd body, it should still, rest sound, and rather hold
A better state, then worse; since time, that death first made him cold:
And so bad call a Councell to, dispose of new alarmes,
Where (to the king, that was the Pastor of that flocke in armes)
He should depose all anger and, put on a fortitude
Fit for his armes. All this, his powres, with dreadfull strength indude.
She, with her faire hand, still'd into, the nostrils of his friend,
Red Nectar, and Ambrosia; with which she did defend
The Corse from putrifaction. He trod along the shore,

Achilles summōs all the Greeks to Counsell.

And summon'd all th' Heroique Greekes; with all that spent before
The time in exercise with him; the Maisters, Pilots to,
Victlers, and all; all when they saw, Achilles summon so,
Swarm'd to the Councell, hauing long, left the laborious wars.
To all these, came two halting kings, true seruitors of Mars,
Tydides, and wise Ithacus, both leaning on their speares:
Their wounds still painefull; and both these, sat first of all the Peeres.

The last come, was the king of men, sore wounded with the lance

Achilles first speaker in the Councell.

Of Coon Antenorides. All set, the first in vtterance,
Was Thetis sonne; who rose, and said; Atrides, had not this
Conferd most profite to vs both? when both our enmities
Consum'd vs so? and for a wench? whom, when I chusde for prise,
(In laying Lyrnessus ruin'd walls, amongst our victories)
I would to heauen (as first she set, her daintie foote abord)
Dianas hand had tumbl'd off, and with a iauelin gor'd.
For then, th' vnmeasurable earth, had not so thick bene gnawne,
(In deaths conulsions) by our friends; since my affects were drawne
To such distemper. To our foe, and to our foes chiefe friend
Our iarre brought profite: but the Greeks, will neuer giue an end
To thought of what it preiudic't them. Past things yet, past our aide;
Fit griefe, for what wrath rulde in them; must make th' amends repaid
With that necessitie of loue; that now forbids our ire;
Which I with free affects obey. Tis for the senslesse fire
Still to be burning, hauing stuffe; but men, must curbe rage still,
Being fram'd with voluntarie powres, as well to checke the will,
As giue it raines. Giue you then charge, that for our instant fight,
The Greeks may follow me to field; to trie if still the Night
Will beare out Troians at our ships. I hope there is some one,
Amongst their chiefe encouragers, will thanke me to be gone;
And bring his heart downe to his knees, in that submission.

The Greeks reioyc't, to heare the heart, of Peleus mightie sonne,
So quallified. And then the king (not rising from his throne,
For his late hurt) to get good eare; thus orderd his replie:

Agamemnon to the Princes of Greece.

Princes of Greece, your states shall suffer non indignitie;
If (being farre off) ye stand and heare; nor fits it such as stand,

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At greater distance, to disturbe, the counsell now in hand,
By vprore; in their too much care, of hearing. Some, of force,
Must lose some words: for, hard it is, in such a great concourse,
(Though hearers eares be nere so sharpe) to touch at all things spoke.
And in assemblies of such thrust, how can a man prouoke
Fit powre to heare, or leaue to speake? best auditors may there,
Lose fittest words; and the most vocall Orator, fit eare.
My maine end then, to satisfie, Pelides with replie,
My words shall prosecute. To him, my speech especially
Shall beare direction. Yet I wish, the court in generall,
Would giue fit eare; my speech shall need, attention of all.

Oft haue our Peeres of Greece, much blam'd, my forcing of the prise,
Due to Achilles; of which act, not I, but destinies,
And Ioue himselfe; and blacke Erynnis (that casts false mists still
Betwixt vs, and our actions done, both by her powre, and will)
Are authors: what could I do then? The very day, and howre,
Of our debate, that furie stole, in that act, on my powre.
And more; All things are done by strife: that ancient seed of Ioue
Ate, that hurts all, perfects all. Her feete, are soft; and moue

Ate the goddesse of contention.

Not on the earth; they beare her still, aloft men heads; and there,
The harmefull hurts them. Nor was I, alone her prisoner;
Ioue (best of men, and gods) hath bene. Not he himselfe hath gone
Beyond her fetters: no she made, a woman put them on.
For when Alcmena was to vent, the force of Hercules,
In well wall'd Thebes: thus Ioue triumpht; Heare gods, and goddesses,
The words, my ioyes vrg'd: In this day, Lucina (bringing paine,
To labouring women) shall produce, into the light of men,
A man, that all his neighbour kings, shall in his Empire hold;
And vant, that more then manly race, whose honor'd veines enfold
My eminent blood. Saturnia, conceiu'd a present sleight,
And vrg'd confirmance of his vant, t'infringe it; her conceipt,
In this sort vrg'd: Thou wilt not hold, thy word with this rare man;
Or if thou wilt, confirme it with, the oath Olympian;
That whosoeuer fals this day, betwixt a womans knees,
Of those mens stockes, that from thy blood, deriue their pedigrees
Shall all his neighbour townes command. Ioue (ignorant of fraude)

Iuno deceipt of Iupiter.

Tooke that great oth, which his great ill, gaue little cause t'applaude.
Downe from Olympus top, she stoopt; and quickly reacht the place
In Argos, where the famous wife, of Sthenelus (whose race
He fetch from Ioue, by Perseus) dwelt. She was but seuenths months gone
With issue; yet she brought it forth; Alcmenas matchlesse sonne
Delaide form light; Saturnia, represt the teeming throwes
Of his great mother. Vp to heauen, she mounts againe, and showes,
(In glorie) her deceipt to Ioue. Bright lightning Ioue (said she)
Now th' Argiues haue an Emperour; a sonne deriu'd from thee

Iunos insultatiō after her deceipt

Is borne to Persean Sthenelus; Eurystheus, his name;
Noble and worthy of the rule, thou swor'st to him. This came
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This anger by Saturnia, by her bright-haire he caught;
Held downe her head, and ouer her, made this infallible vow:
That neuer to the cope of starres, should reascend that brow,
Being so infortunate to all. Thus, swinging her about,
He cast her from the fierie heauen; who euer since thrust out
Her forkt sting, in th' affaires of men. Ioue euer since did grieue,
Since his deare issue Hercules, did by his vow atchieue,
Th' vniust toyles of Eurysteus: thus fares it now with me;
Since vnder Hectors violence, the Grecian progenie,
Fell so vnfitly by my splene; whose fals will euer sticke
In my grieu'd thoughts; my weaknesse yet, (Saturnius making sicke
The state my mind held) now recur'd, th' amends shall make euen weight
With my offence: and therefore rouse, thy spirits to the fight,
With all thy forces; all the gifts, proposde thee, at thy tent,
(Last day) by royall Ithacus, my officers shall present;
And (if it like thee) strike no stroke, (though neuer so on thornes
Thy mind stands to thy friends reuenge) till my command, adornes
Thy tents, and cofers, with such gifts, as well may let thee know,

Achilles his noble answer of Agamemnon.

How much I wish thee satisfied. He answerd, let thy vow,
(Renown'd Atrides) at thy will, be kept, (as iustice would)
Or keepe thy gifts, tis all in thee. The counsell now we hold,
Is for repairing our maine field, with all our fortitude.
My faire shew made, brookes no retreat; nor must delaies delude
Our deeds expectance. Yet vndone, the great worke is; all eyes
Must see Achilles in first fight, depeopling enemies;
As well as counsell it in court: that euery man set on;
May chuse his man, to imitate, my exercise vpon.

Vlysses to Achilles.

Vlysses answerd, do not yet, (thou man, made like the gods)
Take fasting men to field: suppose, that whatsoeuer ods,
It brings against them, with full men, thy boundlesse eminence,
Can amplie answer; yet refraine, to tempt a violence.
The conflict wearing out our men, was late, and held as long;
Wherein, though most, Ioue stood for Troy; he yet made our part strong
To beare that most. But twas to beare, and that breeds little heart.
Let wine and bread then adde to it: they helpe the twofold part,
The soule, and body in a man; both force, and fortitude.
All day men cannot fight, and fast; though neuer so indude
With minds to fight; for that supposde, there lurks yet secretly,
Thirst, hunger, in th' oppressed ioynts; which no mind can supply.
They take away a marchers knees. Mens bodyes throughly fed,
Their minds share with them in their strength; and (all day combatted)
One stirres not, till you call off all. Dismisse them then to meate,
And let Atrides tender here, in sight of all this seate,
The gifts he promist. Let him sweare, before vs all, and rise
To that oath; that he neuer toucht, in any wanton wise,
The Ladie he enforc't. Besides, that he remaines in mind
As chastly satisfied: not toucht, or priuily enclind
With future vantages. And last; tis fit he should approue

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All these rites, at a solemne feast, in honour of your loue;
That so you take no mangl'd law, for merites absolute.
And thus the honours you receiue, resoluing the pursuite
Of your friends quarrell, well will quit, your sorrow for your friend.
And thou Atrides in the tast, of so seuere an end;
Hereafter may on others hold, a iuster gouernment.
Nor will it ought empaire a king, to giue a sound content
To any subiect, soundly wrong'd. I ioy (replide the king)

Agamemnon to Vlysses.

O Laertiades, to heare, thy liberall counselling.
In which is all decorum kept; nor any point lackes touch,
That might be thought on, to conclude, a reconcilement, such
As fits example; and vs two. My mind yet makes me sweare,
Not your impulsion. And that mind, shall rest so kind and cleare,
That I will not forsweare to God. Let then Achilles stay,
(Though neuer so inflam'd for fight) and all men here I pray,
To stay, till from my tents these gifts, be brought here; and the truce,
At all parts finisht before all. And thou, of all I chuse,
(Diuine Vlysses) and command, to chuse of all your host,
Youths of most honour, to present, to him we honour most,
The gifts we late vow'd; and the Dames. Meane space, about our tents,
Talthybius shall prouide a Bore; to crowne these kind euents,
With thankfull sacrifice to Ioue, and to the God of light.

Achilles answerd: These affaires, will shew more requisite
(Great king of men) some other time, when our more free estates

Achilles to Vlysses.

Yeeld fit cessation from the warre; and when my splene abates.
But now (to all our shames besides) our friends by Hector slaine,
(And Ioue to friend) lie vnfetch off. Haste then, and meate your men;
Though I must still say: My command, would leade them fasting forth,
And all together feast, at night. Meate will be something worth,
When stomacks first haue made it way, with venting infamie,
(And other sorrowes late sustain'd) with long'd for wreakes, that lie
Heauie vpon them, for rights sake. Before which lode be got
From off my stomacke; meate nor drinke, I vow, shall downe my throte;
My friend being dead; who digd with wounds, & bor'd through both his feet,
Lies in the entrie of my tent; and in the teares doth fleete
Of his associates. Meate and drinke, haue litle merit then
To comfort me; but bloud and death, and deadly grones of men.

The great in counsels, yet made good, his former counsels thus:

Vlysses his reply.

O Peleus sonne, of all the Greeks, by much most valorous;
Better and mightier then my selfe; no little, with thy lance,
I yeeld thy worth; in wisedome yet, no lesse I dare aduance
My right aboue thee; since aboue, in yeares, and knowing more.
Let then thy mind rest in thy words; we quickly shall haue store,
And all sacietie of fight; whose steele heapes store of straw,
And litle corne vpon a floore; when Ioue (that doth withdraw,
And ioyne all battels) once begins, t'encline his ballances,
In which he weighs the liues of men. The Greeks you must not presse,
To mourning with the belly; death, hath nought to do with that,

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In healthfull men, that mourne for friends. His steele we stumble at,
And fall at, euery day you see, sufficient store, and fast.
What houre is it that any breathes? we must nor vse more hast
Then speed holds fit for our reuenge: nor should we mourne too much.
Who dead is, must be buried; mens patience should be such,
That one dayes mone should serue one man: the dead must end with Death,
And life last with what strengthens life. All those that held their breath
From death in fight, the more should eate, that so they may supply
Their fellowes that haue stucke in field; and fight incessantly.
Let none expect reply to this, nor stay; for this shall stand,
Or fall with some offence to him, that lookes for new command;
Who euer in dislike holds backe. All ioyne then; all things fit,
Allow'd for all; set on a charge; at all parts answering it.

This said, he chusde (for noblest youths, to beare the presents) these,

The names of those that caried the presents to Achilles.

The sonnes of Nestor; and with them, renowm'd Meriones.
Phylidas, Thoas, Lyoomed, and Meges, all which went
(And Menalippus following, Vlysses) to the tent
Of Agamemnon. He but spake; and with the word, the deed
Had ioynt effect: the fitnesse well, was answerd in the speed.

The presents, added to the Dame, the Generall did enforce,
Were twentie Caldrons, Tripods seuen, twelue yong and goodly horse:

The presents.

Seuen Ladies excellently seene, in all Mineruaes skill;
The eight Brisais, who had powre, to rauish euery will.
Twelue talents of the finest gold; all which Vlysses weyd,
And caried first; and after him, the other youths conueyd
The other presents; tenderd all, in face of all the Court.
Vp rose the King. Talthybius (whose voice had a report
Like to a god) cald to the rites; there, hauing brought the Bore,

Agamēnons attestation.

Atrides with his knife tooke sey, vpon the part before;
And lifting vp his sacred hands, to Ioue, to make his vowes;
Graue Silence strooke the compleate Court; when (casting his high browes,
Vp to the broad heauen) thus he spake: Now witnesse Iupiter,
(First, highest, and thou best of gods) thou Earth, that all doest beare;
Thou Sunne; ye Furies vnder earth, that euery soule torment,
Whom impious periury distaines; that nought incontinent,
In bed, or any other act, to any slendrest touch
Of my light vowes, hath wrong'd the Dame; and let my plagues be such,
As are inflicted by the gods, in all extremitie
On whomsoeuer periur'd men, if godlesse periurie
In least degree dishonor me. This said, the bristl'd throte
Of the submitted sacrifice, with ruthlesse steele he cut.
Which straight into the horie sea, Talthybius cast, to feed
The sea-borne nation. Then stood vp, the halfe-celestiall seed
Of faire-hair'd Thetis, strengthning thus, Atrides innocence.

Achilles to Iupiter.

O father Iupiter, from thee, descends the confluence
Of all mans ill; for now I see, the mightie king of men,
At no hand forc't away my prise; nor first inflam'd my splene,
With any set ill in himselfe; but thou, the king of gods,

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(Incenst with Greece) made that the meane to all their periods.
Which now, amend we, as we may; and giue all suffrages
To what wise Ithacus aduisde. Take breakfasts, and addresse
For instant conflict. Thus he raisd, the Court, and all tooke way
To seuerall ships. The Myrmidons, the presents did conuay
T'Achilles fleete; and in his tents, disposde them; doing grace,
Of seate, and all rites to the Dames. The horses put in place,
With others of Æacides. When (like Loues golden Queene)
Brisæis (all in ghastly wounds) had dead Patroclus seene;
She fell about him, shrieking out; and with her white hands tore
Her haire, breasts, radiant cheekes; and drown'd, in warme teares, did deplore
His cruell destinie. At length, she gat powre to expresse
Her violent passion; and thus spake, this-like-the goddesses.

O good Patroclus, to my life, the dearest grace, it had;

Brisæis complaint ouer the body of Patroclus.

I (wretched dame) departing hence, enforc't; and dying sad,
Left thee aliue, when thou hadst chear'd, my poore captiuitie;
And now return'd, I find thee dead; misery on miserie,
Euer increasing with my steps. The Lord to whom my Sire,
And dearest mother gaue my life, in nuptials; his lifes fire
I saw before our citie gates, extinguisht; and his fate,
Three of my worthy brothers liues, in one wombe generate,
Felt all, in that blake day of death. And when Achilles hand
Had slaine all these, and rac't the towne, Mynetes did command;
(All cause of neuer-ending griefes, presented) thou took'st all
On thy endeuour, to conuert, to ioy as Generall;
Affirming, he that hurt, should heale; and thou wouldst make thy friend
(Braue Captaine that thou wert) supply, my vowed husbands end;
And in rich Phthia celebrate, amongst his Myrmidons,
Our nuptiall banquets; for which grace, with these most worthy mones,
I neuer shall be satiate; thou euer being kind;
Euer delightsome; one sweete grace, fed still with one sweete mind.

Thus spake she weeping; and with her, did th' other Ladies mone,
Patroclus fortunes in pretext, but in sad truth their owne.

About Æacides himselfe, the kings of Greece were plac't,
Entreating him to food; and he, entreated them as fast,
(Still intermixing words and sighes) if any friend were there
Of all his dearest; they would ceasse, and offer him no cheare,
But his due sorrowes; for before, the Sunne had left that skie,
He would not eate; but of that day, sustaine th' extremitie.

Thus all the kings (in resolute griefe, and fasting) he dismist;
But both th' Atrides, Ithacus, and warres

Nestor.

old Martialist;
Idomenæus and his friend; and Phœnix; these remain'd
Endeuoring comfort; but no thought, of his vow'd woe restrain'd.
Nor could, till that dayes bloudie fight, had calm'd his bloud; he still
Rememberd something of his friend; whose good, was all his ill.
Their vrging meate, the diligent fashion of his friend renew'd,
In that excitement: thou (said he) when this speed was pursu'd
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A pleasing breakfast; being so free, and sweetly diligent,
Thou mad'st all meate sweete. Then the warre, was tearefull to our foe,
But now to me; thy wounds so wound me, and thy ouerthrow.
For which my readie food I flie, and on thy longings feed.
Nothing could more afflict me: Fame, relating the foule deed
Of my deare fathers slaughter; bloud, drawne from my sole sonnes heart,
No more could wound me. Cursed man, that in this forrein part,
(For hatefull Hellen) my true loue; my countrey, Sire, and son,

Sycros was an Ile in the sea Ægeum, where Achilles himself was brought vp as well as his son

I thus should part with. Scyros now, giues education
(O Neoptelemus) to thee, (if liuing yet) from whence
I hop't (deare friend) thy longer life, (safely return'd from hence,
And my life quitting thine) had powre, to ship him home; and show
His yong eyes Phthia, subiects, court; my father being now
Dead, or most short-liu'd; troublous age, oppressing him, and feare
Still of my deaths newes. These sad words, he blew into the eare
Of euery visitant, with sighs; all eccho'd by the Peares,
Remembring who they left at home. All whose so humane teares
Ioue pitied: and since they all, would in the good of one

Ioue to Minerua

Be much reuiu'd; he thus bespake, Minerua: Thetis sonne,
(Now daughter) thou hast quite forgot. O, is Achilles care
Extinguisht in thee? prostrated, in most extreme ill fare,
He lies before his high-sail'd fleet, for his dead friend; the rest
Are strengthning them with meate; but he, lies desperatly opprest
With heartlesse fasting: Go thy wayes, and to his brest instill
Red Nectar and Ambrosia; that Fast procure no ill
To his neare enterprise. This spurre, he added to the free;
And like a Harpye (with a voice, that shriekes so dreadfully,
And feathers that like needles prickt) she stoopt through all the starres
Amongst the Grecians; all whose tents, were now fill'd for the warres.
Her setes strooke through Achilles tent; and closely she instill'd
Heauens most-to-be-desired feast, to his great breast; and fill'd
His sinewes with that sweete supply, for feare vnsauorie Fast
Should creepe into his knees. Her selfe, the skies againe enchac't.

The show of the army, setting forth vnder Achilles conduct.

The host set forth; and pour'd his steele waues, farre out of the fleete.
And as from aire; the frostie Northwind blowes a cold thicke sleete,
That dazels eyes; flakes after flakes, incessantly descending:
So thicke helmes, curets, ashen darts, and round shields, neuer ending,
Flow'd from the nauies hollow wombe: their splendors gaue heauens eye,
His beames againe; Earth laught to see, her face so like the skie.
Armes shin'd so hote; and she such clouds, made with the dust she cast,
She thunderd; feete of men and horse, importun'd her so fast.
In midst of all; diuine Achilles his faire person arm'd;
His teeth gnasth as he stood; his eyes, so full of fire, they warm'd.
Vnsufferd griefe and anger at, the Troians so combin'd.
His greaues first vsde, his goodly curets on his bosome shin'd;
His sword, his shield; that cast a brightnesse from it, like the Moone.
And as from sea, sailers discerne, a harmfull fire, let runne
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Which being on hils, is seene farre off; but being alone, none came
To giue it quench; at shore no neighbours; and at sea, their friends
Driuen off with tempests; such a fire, from his bright shield extends
His ominous radiance; and in heauen, imprest his feruent blaze.
His crested helmet, graue and high, had next triumphant place,
On his curl'd head: and like a starre, it cast a spurrie ray;
About which, a bright thickned bush, of golden haire, did play;
Which Vulcan forg'd him for his plume. Thus compleate arm'd, he tride
How fit they were: and if his motion could with ease abide
Their braue instruction; and so farre, they were from hindring it;
That to it they were nimble wings; and made so light his spirit,
That from the earth, the princely Captaine they tooke vp to aire.

Then from his armoury he drew, his lance, his fathers speare,
Huge, weightie, firme; that not a Greeke, but he himselfe alone
Knew how to shake; it grew vpon, the mountaine Pelion;
From whose height, Chiron hew'd it for, his Sire; and fatall twas
To great-soul'd men, of Peleus and Pelion, surnamed Pelias.

Then from the stable, their bright horse, Antomedon withdrawes,
And Alcymus. Put Poitrils on, and cast vpon their iawes,
Their bridles; hurling backe the raines, and hung them on the seate.
The faire scourge then Antomedon, takes vp, and vp doth get,
To guide the horse. The fights seate last, Achilles tooke behind;
Who lookt so arm'd, as if the Sunne, there falne from heauen had shin'd.

Achilles to his horses.

And terribly, thus charg'd his steeds. Xanthus, and Balius,
Seed of the Harpye; in the charge, ye vndertake of vs;
Discharge it not; as when Patroclus ye left dead in field.
But when with bloud, for this dayes fast obseru'd Reuenge, shall yeeld
Our heart sacietie; bring vs off. Thus since Achilles spake,
As if his aw'd steeds vnderstood: twas Iunoes will to make
Vocall the pallat of the one; who shaking his faire head,
(Which in his mane (let fall to earth) he almost buried)
Thus Xanthus spake: Ablest Achilles now (at least) our care

Xanthus the horse of Achi. to Achilles.

Shall bring thee off; but not farre hence, the fatall minutes are,
Of thy graue ruine. Nor shall we, be then to be reprou'd,
But mightiest Fate, and the great God. Nor was thy best belou'd
Spoil'd so of armes by our slow pace; or courages empaire;
The best of gods, Latonaes sonne, that weares the golden haire,
Gaue him his deaths wound; though the grace, he gaue to Hectors hand.
We, like the spirit of the West, that all spirits can command
For powre of wing, could runne him off: but thou thy selfe must go;
So Fate ordaines; God and a man, must giue thee ouerthrow.

This said, the Furies stopt his voice. Achilles farre in rage,

Achilles reply to Xanthus.

Thus answerd him: It fits not thee, thus proudly to presage
My ouerthrow; I know my selfe, it is my fate to fall
Thus farre from Phthia; yet that Fate, shall faile to vent her gall,
Till mine vent thousands. These words vsde, he fell to horrid deeds;
Gaue dreadfull signall; and forthright, made flie, his one-hou'd steeds.

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The end of the nineteenth Booke.