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The Greeks thus arm'd; and made insatiate, with desire of fight,
About thee, Peleus sonne; The foe, in ground of greatest height,
Stood opposite, rang'd. Then Ioue charg'd Themis, frō Olympus top
To call a court; she euery way, disperst, and summon'd vp
All deities; Not any floud (besides Oceanus)

Ioue summons all the deities to counsell.

But made apparance: not a Nymph (that arbours odorous,
The heads of flouds, and flowrie medowes make their sweete abodes)
Was absent there; but all at his court that is king of gods,
Assembl'd; and in lightsome seates, of admirable frame
(Perform'd for Ioue, by Vulcan) sate. Euen angry Neptune came;
Nor heard the goddesse with vnwilling eare; but with the rest,
Made free ascension from the sea; and did his state inuest
In midst of all: begun the counsell, and inquir'd of Ioue,
His reason for that session; and on what point did moue
His high intention for the foes; he thought the heate of warre,
Was then neare breaking out in flames. To him, the Thunderer:
Thou know'st this counsell by the rest, of those forepurposes,
That still inclin'd me; my cares still, must succour the distresse
Of Troy; though in the mouth of Fate; yet vow I, not to stirre
One step from off this top of heauen; but all th' affaire referre

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To any one. Here Ile hold state, and freely take the ioy
Of eithers fate: helpe whom ye please; for tis assur'd, that Troy,
Not one dayes conflict can sustaine, against Æacides,
If heauen oppose not. His meere lookes, threw darts enow, t'impresse
Their powres with trembling; but when blowes, sent from his fiery hand,
(Thrice beat by slaughter of his friend) shall come and countermand
Their former glories: we haue feare, that though Fate keepe their wall,
Hee'l ouerturne it. Then descend; and ceasse not till ye all
Adde all your aides; mixe earth and heauen, together with the fight
Achilles vrgeth. These his words, did such a warre excite,
As no mans powre could wrastle downe; the gods with parted harts,
Departed heauen, and made earth warre. To guide the Grecian darts,

The names of the gods partakers with either part.

Iuno and Pallas, with the god, that doth the earth embrace,
And most-for-mans-vse, Mercurie (whom good wise inwards grace)
Were partially, and all emploid; and with them halted downe
(Proud of his strength) lame Mulciber; his walkers quite misgrowne,
But made him tread exceeding sure. To aide the Ilian side,
The changeable in armes, went (Mars); and him accompanied
Diana, that delights in shafts; and Phœbus, neuer shorne;
And Aphrodite, laughter-pleasde; and she, of whom was borne
Still yong Apollo; and the floud, that runnes on golden sands
Bright Xanthus. All these aided Troy; and till these lent their hands,
The Grecians triumpht in the aide, Æacides did adde;
The Troians trembling with his sight; so gloriously clad,
He ouershin'd the field; and Mars, no harmfuller then he.
He bore the iron streame on cleare; but when Ioues high decree
Let fall the gods amongst their troupes; the field sweld, and the fight

Pallas.

Grew fierce and horrible. The Dame, that armies doth excite,
Thunderd with Clamor; sometimes set, at dike without the wall,
And sometimes on the bellowing shore. On th' other side, the Call
Of Mars to fight was terrible; he cried out, like a storme;
Set on the cities pinnacles; and there he would informe
Sometimes his heartnings; Other times, where Simois powres on
His siluer currant, at the foote, of high Callicolon.
And thus the blest gods, both sides vrg'd; they all stood in the mids,

The state of the preparation to the fight, when the gods were to encounter.

And brake Contention to the hosts. And ouer all their heads,
The gods king, in abhorred claps, his thunder rattl'd out.
Beneath them, Neptune tost the earth; the mountaines round about,
Bow'd with affright, and shooke their heads: Ioues hill, the earth quake felt;
(Steepe Ida) trembling at her rootes, and all her fountaines spilt:
Their browes all crannied. Troy did nod; the Grecian nauie plaid
(As on the sea): th' infernall king, that all things frayes, was fraid;
And leapt affrighted from his throne; cried out, lest ouer him
Neptune should rend in two the earth; and so his house so dim,
So lothsome, filthy, and abhord, of all the gods beside,
Should open, both to gods and men. Thus, all things shooke and cri'd,
When this blacke battell of the gods, was ioyning; thus arraied:

Gainst Neptune, Phœbus with wing'd shafts; gainst Mars the blew-eyd maid:

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Gainst Iuno, Phœbe, whose white hands, bore singing darts of gold;
Her side arm'd with a sheafe of shafts; and (by the birth twofold
Of bright Latona) sister twin, to him that shootes so farre;
Against Latona, Hermes stood (graue guard in peace and warre,
Of humane beings;) gainst the god, whose Empire is in fire;
The watry godhead; that great flood, to shew whose powre entire
In spoile as th' other: all his streame, on lurking whirlepits trod;
Xanthus, by gods; by men Scamander cald. Thus, god gainst god,
Enterd the field. Æacides, sustain'd a feruent mind
To cope with Hector; past all these, his spirit stood enclin'd,
To glut Mars with the bloud of him. And at Æacides,
Apollo set Anchises sonne. But first he did impresse,
A more then naturall strength in him; and made him feele th' excesse,

Apollo instigates Æneas to the encounter of Achilles, in shape of Lycaon.

Infusde from heauen. Lycaons shape, gaue show to his addresse,
(Old Priams sonne) and thus he spake: Thou counseller of Troy,
Where now flie out those threats, that late, put all our Peeres in ioy
Of thy fight with Æacides? Thy tongue once (steept in wine)

AEneas to Apollo.

Durst vant as much. He answerd him: But why wouldst thou incline
My powres gainst that proud enemie, and gainst my present heate?
I meane not now to bid him blowes; that feare sounds my retreate,
That heretofore discourag'd me: when after he had rac't
Lyrnesus, and strong Pedasus, his still breath'd furie chac't
Our oxen from th' Idæan hill, and set on me; but Ioue
Gaue strength and knees, and bore me off, that had not walkt aboue
This center now, but propt by him. Mineruaes hand (that held
A light to this her fauorite; whose beames, shew'd, and impeld
His powres to spoile) had ruin'd me. For these eares heard her crie:
Kill, kill the seed of Ilion; kill, th' Asian Lelegi.
Meere man then must not fight with him, that still hath gods to friend;
Auerting death on others darts; and giuing his no end,
But with the ends of men. If God, like Fortune in the fight,
Would giue my forces; not with ease, wing'd Victorie should light
On his proud shoulders; nor he scape, though all of brasse he bosts
His plight consisteth. He replide: Pray thou, those gods of hosts,
Whom he implores, as well as he; and his chance may be thine;
Thou cam'st of gods like him: the Queene, that reignes in Salamine,
Fame sounds, thy mother; he deriu'd, of lower deitie.
Old Nereus daughter bearing him; Beare then thy heart as hie,
And thy vnwearied steele as right; nor vtterly be beate
With onely crueltie of words; not proofe against a threat.

This strengthned him; and forth he rusht; nor could his strengthening flie,
White-wristed Iuno; nor his drifts. She, euery deitie
Of th' Achiue faction cald to her; and said: Ye must haue care

Iuno to the gods of Greece.

(Neptune and Pallas) for the frame, of this important warre
Ye vndertake here; Venus sonne (by Phœbus being impeld)
Runnes on Achilles; turne him backe; or see our friend vpheld
By one of vs. Let not the spirit of Æacides,
Be ouer-dar'd; but make him know, the mightiest deities

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Stand kind to him; and that the gods, protectors of these towres
That fight against Greece; and were here, before our eminent powres,
Beare no importance. And besides, that all we stoope from heauen
To curbe this fight, that no empaire, be to his person giuen
By any Troians, not their aides, while this day beares the Sunne;
Hereafter, all things that are wrapt, in his birth-threed, and spunne
By Parcas, (in that point of time, his mother gaue him aire)
He must sustaine. But if Report, performe not the repaire
Of all this to him, by the Voice, of some immortall state,
He may be fearfull, (if some god, should set on him) that Fate,
Makes him her minister. The gods, when they appeare to men,
And manifest their proper formes, are passing dreadfull then.

Neptune to Iuno

Neptune replide: Saturnia, at no time let your Care
Exceed your Reason; tis not fit. Where onely humanes are,
We must not mixe the hands of gods; our ods is too extreme.
Sit we by, in some place of height, where we may see to them,
And leaue the warres of men, to men. But if we see from thence,
Or Mars, or Phœbus, enter fight; or offer least offence
To Thetis sonne; not giuing free way to his conquering rage;
Then comes the conflict to our cates; we soone shall dis-engage
Achilles, and send them to heauen, to settle their abode
With Equals; flying vnder-strifes. This said, the blacke-hair'd god,
Led to the towre of of Hercules; built circular and hie
By Pallas and the Ilians, for fit securitie

Hercules.

To Ioues diuine sonne, gainst the Whale, that draue him from the shore,
To th' ample field. There Neptune sate, and all the gods that bore
The Greekes good meaning; casting all, thicke mantles made of clouds,
On their bright shoulders. Th' oppos'd gods, sate hid in other shrouds,
On top of steepe Callicolon; about thy golden sides,
O Phœbus, brandisher of darts; and thine, whose rage abides
No peace in cities. In this state, these gods in counsell sate;
All lingring purposde fight, to trie, who first would eleuate
His heauenly weapon. High-thron'd Ioue, cried out, to set them on;

Ioue sets on the other gods to fight.

Said; all the field was full of men; and that the earth did grone
With feete of proud encounterers, burn'd with the armes of men,
And barbed horse. Two champions, for both the armies then,
Met in their midst, prepar'd for blowes; diuine Æacides,
And Venus sonne; Æneas first, stept threatning forth the preasse,
His high helme nodding; and his breast, bard with a shadie shield,
And shooke his iauelin. Thetis sonne, did his part to the field,

Simile.

As when the harmfull king of beasts, (sore threatn'd to be slaine,
By all the countrie vp in armes) at first makes coy Disdaine
Prepare resistance; but at last, when any one hath led
Bold charge vpon him with his dart; he then turnes yawning head;
Fell Anger lathers in his iawes; his great heart swels; his sterne
Lasheth his strength vp; sides and thighes, wadl'd with stripes to learne
Their owne powre; his eyes glow; he rores; and in he leapes, to kill,
Secure of killing: So his powre, then rowsde vp to his will,

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Matchlesse Achilles, coming on, to meete Anchises sonne.
Both neare; Achilles thus enquir'd: Why standst thou thus alone,

Achilles to AEneas.

Thou sonne of Venus? cals thy heart, to change of blowes with me?
Sure Troyes whole kingdome is proposde; some one hath promist thee
The throne of Priam for my life; but Priams selfe is wise;
And (for my slaughter) not so mad, to make his throne thy prise.
Priam hath sonnes to second him. Is't then some peece of land,
Past others, fit to set and sow, that thy victorious band,
The Ilians offer for my head? I hope that prise will proue
No easie conquest: once, I thinke, my busie iauelin droue,
(With terror) those thoughts from your spleene. Retain'st thou not the time,
When single on th' Idæan hill, I tooke thee with the crime
Of Run-away? thy Oxen left? and when thou hadst no face,
That I could see; thy knees bereft, it, and Lyrnesus was
The maske for that. Then that maske too, I opened to the aire,
(By Ioue and Pallas helpe) and tooke, the free light from the faire;
Your Ladies bearing prisoners. But Ioue and th' other gods,
Then saft thee; yet againe I hope, they will not adde their ods,
To saue thy wants, as thou presum'st; retire then, aime not at
Troys throne by me; flie ere thy soule, flies; fooles are wise too late.

He answerd him: Hope not that words, can child-like terrifie

AEneas to Achilles.

My stroke-proofe breast; I well could speake, in this indecencie,
And vse tart termes; but we know well, what stocke vs both put out;
Too gentle to beare fruites so rude. Our parents ring about,
The worlds round bosome; and by fame, their dignities are blowne
To both our knowledges; by sight; neither, to either knowne;
Thine, to mine eyes; nor mine to thine. Fame sounds thy worthinesse
From famous Peleus; the sea Nymph, that hath the louely tresse,
(Thetis) thy mother; I my selfe, affirme my Sire to be
Great-soul'd Anchises; she that holds, the Paphian deitie,
My mother; and of these, this light, is now t'exhale the teares
For their lou'd issue; thee or me; childish, vnworthy dares,
Are not enough to part our powres; for if thy spirits want
Due excitation (by distrust, of that desert I vant)
To set vp all rests for my life; Ile lineally proue
(Which many will confirme) my race. First, cloud commanding Ioue

AEneas pedigree

Was sire to Dardanus, that built, Dardania; for the wals
Of sacred Ilion, spred not yet, these fields; those faire-built hals,
Of diuers languag'd men, not raisd; all then made populous
The foote of Idaes fountfull hill. This Ioue-got Dardanus,
Begot king Ericthonius; for wealth, past all compares,
Of liuing mortals; in his fens, he fed three thousand mares,
All neighing by their tender foles; of which, twice sixe were bred
By loftie Boreas; their dams, lou'd by him, as they fed;
He tooke the braue forme of a horse, that shooke an azure mane,
And slept with them. These twice fixe colts, had price, so swift they ranne
Vpon the top-ayles of corne-eares; nor bent them any whit.
And when the brode backe of the sea, their pleasure was to sit,

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The superficies of his waues, they slid vpon; their houes
Not dipt in danke sweate of his browes. Of Ericthonius loues
Sprang Tros, the king of Troians; Tros three yong princes bred,
Ilus, renowm'd Assaracus, and heauenly Ganymed,
The fairest youth of all that breath'd; whom (for his beauties loue)
The gods did rauish, to their state, to beare the cup to Ioue.
Ilus begot Laomedon; god-like Laomedon
Got Tithon, Priam, Clytius, Mars-like Hycetaon,
And Lampus. Great Assaracus, Capys begot; and he,
Anchises; Prince Anchises, me. King Priam, Hector; we
Sprang both of one high family. Thus, fortunate men giue birth;
But Ioue giues vertue; he augments; and he empaires the worth
Of all men; and his will, their Rule; he strong'st; all strength affoords;
Why then paint we (like dames) the face, of Conflict with our words?
Both may giue language, that a ship, driuen with a hundred ores,
Would ouer-burthen: a mans tongue, is voluble, and poures
Words out, of all sorts; euery way; such as you speake, you heare.
What then need we vie calumnies, like women that will weare
Their tongues out, being once incenst; and striue for strife, to part
(Being on their way) they trauell so: from words, words may auert;
From vertue, not; it is your steele (diuine Æacides)
Must proue my proofe, as mine shall yours. Thus amply did he ease

Æneas chargeth Achilles.

His great heart of his pedigree; and sharply sent away
A dart, that caught Achilles shield; and rung so, it did fray
The sonne of Thetis; his faire hand, farre-thrusting out his shield,
For feare the long lance had driuen through; O foole, to thinke twould yeeld;
And not to know, the gods firme gifts, want want, to yeeld so soone
To mens poore powres; the eager lance, had onely conquest wonne
Of two plates; and the shield had fiue; two forg'd of tin, two brasse,
One (that was center-plate) of gold, and that forbad the passe
Of Anchisiades his lance. Then sent Achilles forth

Achilles at AEneas.

His lance, that through the first fold strooke; where brasse of litle worth,
And no great proofe of hides was laid; through all which Pelias ranne
His iron head; and after it, his ashen body wanne
Passe to the earth, and there it stucke; his top on th' other side:
And hung the shield vp; which, hard downe, Æneas pluckt to hide
His breast from sword blowes; shrunke vp round, and in his heauie eye,
Was much griefe shadowed; much afraid, that Pelias stucke so nie.
Then prompt Achilles rushing in, his sword drew; and the field
Rung with his voice. Æneas now, left, and let hang his shield,
And (all distracted) vp he snatcht, a two mens strength of stone;
And either, at his shield or caske, he set it rudely gone,
Nor car'd where; so it strooke a place, that put on armes, for death;
But he (Achilles came so close) had doubtlesse sunke beneath,
His owne death, had not Neptune seene, and interposde the ods
Of his diuine powre; vttering this, to the Achaian gods:

Neptune to the other gods of Greece.

I grieue for this great hearted man; he will be sent to hell,
Euen instantly, by Peleus sonne, being onely mou'd to deale

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By Phœbus words: What foole is he? Phœbus did neuer meane,
To adde to his great words, his guard; against the ruine then
Summon'd against him: and what cause, hath he, to head him on
To others miseries? He being cleare, of any trespasse done
Against the Grecians? thankfull gifts, he oft hath giuen to vs;
Let vs then quit him; and withdraw, this combat; for if thus,
Achilles end him: Ioue will rage; since his escape in fate,
Is purposde; lest the progenie, of Dardanus take date;
Whom Ioue, past all his issue, lou'd, begot of mortall dames:

Homers prophecy of Æneas, to propagate the Troian race.

All Priams race he hates; and this, must propagate the names
Of Troians; and their sonnes sonnes rule, to all posteritie.

Saturnis said, make free your pleasure; saue, or let him die;
Pallas and I haue taken many, and most publique oathes,

Iuno to Neptune

That th' ill day neuer shall auert, her eye (red with our wroths)
From hated Troy: No, not when all, in studied fire she flames
The Greeke rage, blowing her last coale. This nothing turn'd his aimes
From present rescue: but through all, the whizzing speares he past;
And came where both were combatting; when instantly he cast,
A mist before Achilles eyes; drew from the earth, and shield,
His lance, and laid it at his feete: and then tooke vp, and held
Aloft, the light Anchises sonne; who past (with Neptunes force)
Whole orders of Heroes heads; and many a troope of horse
Leapt ouer, till the bounds he reacht, of all the feruent broyle,

Neptune to Aeneas.

Where all the Cancons quarters lay. Thus (farre freed from the toyle)
Neptune had time to vse these words: Æneas, who was he
Of all the gods, that did so much, neglect thy good, and thee,
To vrge thy fight with Thetis sonne? who, in immortall rates,
Is better, and more deare then thee? Hereafter, lest (past fates)
Hell be thy headlong home, retire; make bold stand neuer neare,
Where he aduanceth: but his fate, once satisfied; then beare,
A free, and full sayle: no Greeke else, shall end thee. This reueald;
He left him, and disperst the cloud, that all this act conceald
From vext Achilles: who againe, had cleare light from the skies;

Achilles admires the scape of Aeneas.

And (much disdaining the escape) said: O ye gods, mine eyes
Discouer miracles: my lance, submitted, and he gone
At whom I sent it, with desire, of his confusion?
Æneas sure was lou'd of heauen; I thought his vant from thence,
Had flow'd from glorie. Let him go, no more experience
Will his mind long for, of my hands: he flies them now so cleare:
Cheare then the Greeks, and others trie. Thus rang'd be euery where
The Grecian orders; euery man, (of which the most lookt on
To see their fresh Lord shake his lance) he thus put charge vpon:

Diuine Greeks, stand not thus at gaze; but man to man apply
Your seuerall valours: tis a taske, laide too vnequally
On me, left to so many men; one man opposde to all.
Not Mars, immortall and a god, not warres she Generall;
A field of so much fight could chace, and worke it out with blowes;
But what a man may execute, that all lims will expose,

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And all their strength to th' vtmost nerue (though now I lost some play,
By some strange miracle) no more, shall burne in vaine the day;
To any least beame; all this host, Ile ransacke, and haue hope,
Of all; not one (againe) will scape; whoeuer giues such scope
To his aduenture; and so neare; dares tempt, my angry lance.

Thus he excited. Hector then, as much striues to aduance,
The hearts of his men; adding threates, affirming he would stand,

Hector to his Ilians.

In combat with Æacides. Giue Feare (said he) no hand,
Of your great hearts, (braue Ilians) for Peleus talking Sonne;
Ile fight with any god with words; but when their speares put on,
The worke runs high; their strength exceeds, mortalitie so farre.
And they may make works crowne their words; which holds not in the warre
Achilles makes; his hands haue bounds; this word he shall make good,
And leaue another to the field: his worst shall be withstood,
With sole obiection of my selfe. Though in his hands he beare
A rage like fire; though fire it selfe, his raging fingers were;
And burning steele flew in his strength. Thus he incited his;

Phebus to Hector.

And they raisd lances, and to worke, with mixed courages;
And vp flew Clamor; but the heate, in Hector, Phœbus gaue
This temper: Do not meet (said he) in any single braue,
The man thou threatn'st, but in preasse; and in thy strength impeach
His violence; for farre off, or neare, his sword, or dart will reach.

The gods voice made a difference, in Hectors owne conceipt,
Betwixt his, and Achilles words; and gaue such ouerweight,
As weigh'd him backe into his strength, and curb'd his flying out.
At all threw fierce Æacides, and gaue a horrid shout.

Iphition slaine by Achilles.

The first of all he put to dart, was fierce Iphition;
Surnam'd Otryntides, whom Nais, the water Nymph made sonne
To towne-destroyer Otrynteus. Beneath the snowy hill,
Of Tmolus, in the wealthie towne, of Ide: at his will,
Were many able men at armes. He rushing in, tooke full,
Pelides lance, in his heads midst; that cleft, in two, his skull.
Achilles knew him, one much fam'd; and thus insulted then:

Th' art dead Otryntides, though cald, the terriblest of men;
Thy race runs at Gygæus lake, there thy inheritance lay,
Neare fishy Hillus; and the gulfs, of Hermus: but this day,
Remoues it to the fields of Troy. Thus left he Night to sease
His closed eyes, his body laid, in course of all the prease;
Which Grecian horse, broke with the strakes, naild to their chariot wheeles.

Demoleon slaine by Achilles.

Next (through the temples) the burst eyes, his deadly iauelin seeles
Of great-in-Troy Antenors sonne, renown'd Demoleon;
A mightie turner of a field. His ouerthrow, set gone
Hippodamas, who leapt from horse, and as he fled before
Æcides; his turned backe, he made fell Pelias gore,

Simile.

And forth he puft his flying soule; and as a tortur'd Bull;
(To Neptune brought for sacrifice) a troope of yongsters pull
Downe to the earth, and dragge him round, about the hallowed shore;
To please the watry deitie, with forcing him to rore;

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And forth he powres his vtmost throte. So bellow'd this slaine friend,
Of flying Ilion, with the breath, that gaue his being end.

Then rusht he on; and in his eye, had heauenly Polydore,
Old Priams sonne; whom last of all, his fruitfull Princesse bore;
And for his youth (being deare to him) the king forbad to fight.
Yet (hote of vnexperienc't blood, to shew how exquisite
He was of foote: for which of all, the fiftie sonnes he held
The speciall name.) He flew before, the first heate of the field;

Polydore slaine by Achilles.

Euen till he flew out breath and soule: which, through the backe, the lance
Of swift Achilles, put in ayre, and did his head aduance
Out at his nauill: on his knees, the poore Prince crying fell;
And gatherd with his tender hands, his entrailes; that did swell
Quite through the wide wound, till a cloud, as blacke as death, conceald
Their sight, and all the world from him. When Hector had beheld
His brother tumbl'd so to earth (his entrailes still in hand)
Darke sorrow ouercast his eyes; nor farre off could he stand
A minute longer: but like fire, he brake out of the throng;
Shooke his long lance, at Thetis sonne; And then came he along;

Achilles passion at the sight of Hector.

To feed th' encounter: O (said he) here comes the man that most,
Of all the world destroyes my minde: the man by whom I lost
My deare Patroclus; now not long, the crooked paths of warre,
Can yeeld vs any priuie scapes: Come, keepe not off so farre,
(He cryed to Hector) make the paine, of thy sure death as short,
As one, so desperate of his life, hath reason. In no sort,
This frighted Hector, who bore close: and said; Æacides,

Hector to Achilles.

Leaue threates for children; I haue powre, to thunder calumnies,
As well as others; and well know, thy strength superiour farre,
To that my nerues hold; but the gods, (not nerues) determine warre.
And yet (for nerues) there will be found, a strength of powre in mine,
To driue a lance home to thy life; my lance, as well as thine
Hath point, and sharpenesse, and tis this. Thus brandishing his speare,
He set it flying; which a breath, of Pallas, backe did beare

Pallas breathes backe Hectors loues throwne at Achilles.

From Thetis sonne, to Hectors selfe; and at his feet it fell.
Achilles vsde no dart; but close, flew in; and thought to deale
With no strokes, but of sure dispatch; but what with all his blood
He labor'd; Phœbus clear'd with ease, as being a god; and stood
For Hectors guard; as Pallas did, Æacides for thine.
He rapt him from him; and a cloud, of much Night cast betweene
His person, and the point opposde. Achilles then exclaim'd
O see, yet more gods are at worke; Apollos hand hath fram'd

Apollo rescues Hector.

(Dog that thou art) thy rescue now: to whom, go, pay the vowes
Thy safetie owes him; I shall vent, in time, those fatall blowes,
That yet beate in my heart, on thine; if any god remaine,
My equall fautor. In meane time, my anger must maintaine
His fire on other Ilians. Then laid he at his feet,
Great Demochus, Philetors, sonne; and Dryope did greet
With like encounter. Dardanus, and strong Laogonus,
(Wise Byas sonnes) he hurld from horse, of one, victorious

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With his close sword; the others life, he conquerd with his lance.

Then Tros, Alastors sonne made in, and sought to scape their chance,
With free submission. Downe he fell, and praid about his knees,
He would not kill him, but take ruth; as one that Destinies
Made to that purpose; being a man, borne in the selfe same yeare
That he himselfe was: O poore foole, to sue to him to beare
A ruthfull mind; he well might know, he could not fashion him,
In Ruths soft mould; he had no spirit, to brooke that interim
In his hote furie: he was none, of these remorsefull men;
Gentle, and affable: but fierce, at all times, and mad then.

He gladly would haue made a prayre, and still so hugg'd his knee,
He could not quit him: till at last, his sword was faine to free
His fetterd knees: that made a vent, for his white liuers blood,
That causd such pittifull affects: of which, it pour'd a flood
About his bosome; which it fild, euen till it drownd his eyes;
And all sense faild him. Forth then flew, this Prince of tragedies,
Who next, stoopt Mulius, euen to death, with his insatiate speare:
One eare it enterd, and made good, his passe to th' other eare.

Echeclus then, (Agenors sonne) he strooke betwixt the browes;
Whose blood set fire vpon his sword, that coold it till the throwes
Of his then labouring braine, let out, his soule to fixed sate,
And gaue cold entrie to blacke death. Deucalion then, had state
In these mens beings: where the nerues, about the elbow knit,
Downe to his hand his speares steele pierc't, and brought such paine to it,
As led Death ioyntly; whom he saw, before his fainting eyes;
And in his necke felt, with a stroke, laid on so; that off flies
His head: one of the twise twelue bones, that all the backe bone make,
Let out his marrow; when the head, he helme and all did take,
And hurl'd amongst the Ilians; the body stretcht on earth.

Rhigmus of fruitfull Thrace, next fell; he was the famous birth
Of Pireus: his bellies midsts, the lance tooke; whose sterne force,
Quite tumbl'd him from chariot. In turning backe the horse,
Their guider Areithous, receiu'd another lance,

Simile.

That threw him to his Lord. No end, was put to the mischance
Achilles enterd: But, as fire, falne in a flash from heauen;
Inflames the high-woods of drie hils; and with a storme is driuen,
Through all the Syluane deepes; and raues, till downe goes euery where
The smotherd hill: So euery way, Achilles and his speare
Consum'd the Champaine, the blacke earth, flow'd with the veines he tore.
And looke how Oxen, (yok't and driuen, about the circular floore,
Of some faire barne) treade sodainly, the thicke sheaues, thin of corne;

Simile.

And all the corne, consum'd with chaffe: so mixt and ouerborne,
Beneath Achilles one-hou'd horse, shields, speares, and men lay trod;
His axel-tree, and chariot wheeles, all spatterd with the blood
Hurl'd from the steeds houes, and the strakes. Thus to be magnified,
His most inaccessible hands, in humane blood he died.