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He ceas'd; nor made the penfive queen reply, But droop'd her head, and drew a fecret figh. When Theolclymenus the feer began : O fuffering confort of the suffering man! What human knowledge could, those kings might But I the fecrets of high Heaven reveal. 175 [tell; Before the first of Gods be this declar'd, Before the board whose bleffing we have shar'd: Witness the genial rites, and witnefs all This houfe holds facred in her ample wall! E'en 'now this inftant, great Ulyffes lay'd At reft, or wandering in his country's fhade, Their guilty deeds, in hearing and in view, Şecret revolves; and plans the vengeance due: Of this fure auguries the Gods bestow'd, When firft our veffel anchor'd in your road. Succeed thofe omens, Heaven! (the queen rejoin'd)

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So fhall our bounties fpeak a grateful mind;
And every envied happiness attend
The man, who calls Penelope his friend.
Thus commun'd they while in the marble court
(Scene of their infolence) the lords refort;
Athwart the fpacious fquare each tries his art,
To whirl the difk, or aim the miffile dart.

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Nor did the hour of sweet repaft arrive, And from the field the victim flocks they drive ; Medon the herald (one who pleas'd them best, And honour'd with a portion of their feast) To bid the banquet, interrupts their play. Swift to the hall they hafte; afide they lay Their garments, and, fuccinct, the victims flay. Then sheep and goats and briftly porkers bled, And the proud fteer was o'er the marble spread. While thus the copious banquet they provide ; Along the road converfing fide by fide, Proceed Ulyffes and the faithful fwain: When thus Eumæus, generous and humane: To town, obfervant of our lord's beheft, Now let us fpeed: my friend, no more my guest! Yet like myfelf I wish'd thee here preferr'd, Guard of the flock or keep r of the herd. But much to raise my master's wrath I fear; The wrath of princes ever is fevere. Then heed his will, and be our journey made While the broad beams of Phoebus are difplay'd, Or ere brown evening spreads her chilly shade. Just thy advice, (the prudent chief rejoin'd) And fuch as fuits the dictate of my mind. 1.cad on but help me to fome staff, to stay My feeble lep, fince rugged is the way.

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Acrofs his fhoulders then the fcrip he flung, Wide patch'd, and fasten'd by a twisted thong; A ftaff Eumæus gave. Along the way Cheerly they fare: behind, the keepers stay ; Thefe with their watchful dogs (a conftant guard) Supply his abfence, and attend the herd.

And now his city strikes the monarch's eyes,

Alas! how chang'd! a man of miferics;
Propp'd on a staff, a beggar old and bare,
In rags dishonest flattering with the air!
Now país'd the rugged road, they journey down
The cavern'd way defcending to the town,
Where, from the rock, with liquid lapse distils
A limpid feunt; that, fpreads in parting tills,
Its current thence to ferve the city brings:
Ac feful work adorn'd by ancient kings.

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Here with his goats (not vow'd to facred flame, But pamper'd luxury) Melanthius came: Two grooms attend him. With an envious look He ey'd the ftranger, and imperious fpoke :

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The good old proverb how this pair fulfil! One rogue is ufher to another still." Heaven with a fecret principle endaed、 Mankind, to feek their own fimilitude. Where goes the fwine-herd with that ill-look'd That giant glutton, dreadful at a feast? 255 Full many a poft have those broad fhoulders worn, From every great man's gate repuls'd with fcorn; To no brave prize afpir'd the worthless swain, 'Twas but for fcraps he aik'd, and afk'd in vain. To beg, than work, he better understands; Or we perhaps might take him off thy hands, For any oflice could the flave be good, l'o cleanse the fold, or help the kids to food; If any labour those big joints could learn, Some whey, to wash his bowels, he might earn. To cringe, to whine, his idle hands to fpread, Is all, by which that graceless maw is fed. Yet hear me if thy impudence but dare Approach you walls, I prophefy thy fare : Dearly, full dearly, fhalt thou buy thy bread With many a footstool thundering at thy head. He thus nor infolent of word alone, Spurn'd with his ruftic heel his king unknown; Spurn'd, but not mov'd: he like a pillar stood, Nor stirr'd an inch, contemptuous, from the road: Doubtful, or with his flaff to ftrike him dead, Or greet the pavement with his worthless head. Short was that doubt; to quell his rage inur'à, The hero ftood felf-conquer'd, and endur'd. But, hateful of the wretch, Eumæus heav'd His hands obtefting, and this prayer conceiv'd: Daughters of Jove! who from th' æthereal bowers Defcend to fwell the fprings, and feed the flowers! Nymphs of this fountain: to whofe facred names Our rural victims mount in blazing flames! To whom Ulyffes' piety preferr'd The yearly firfling of his flock and herd; Succeed my wish; your votary restore:

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Oh, be fome God his convoy to our fhore!
Due pains fhall punish then this flave's offence, 290
And humble all his airs of infolence,

Who, proudly stalking, leaves the herds at large,
Commences courtier, and neglects his charge.

What mutters he? (Meliuthius fharp rejoins)
This crafty mifcreant big with dark defigns! 295
The day fhall come; nay, 'tis already near,
When, flave! to fell thee at a price too dear,
Must be my care; and hence tranfport thee o'er,
(A load and fcandal to this happy fhore).
Oh! that as furely great Apollo's dart,
Or fome brave fuitor's fword, might pierce the

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Of the proud fon; as that we stand this hour
In lafting safety from the father's power!

Stole unperceiv'd; he turn'd his head, and dry'd

The drop humane: then thus impaffion'd cry'd :

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What noble beast in this abandon'd state
Lies here all helpless at Ulyffes' gate?
His bulk and beauty speak no vulgar praise;
If as he seems he was in better days,
Some care his age deferves: or was he priz'd
For worthlefs beauty! therefore now defpis'd?
Such dogs and men there are, mere things of state,
And always cherish'd by their friends, the Great.
Not Argus fo (Eumans thus rejoin'd)
But ferv'd a master of a nobler kind,
Who never, never fhall behold him more !
Long, long fince perifh'd on a diftant fhore!
Oh! had you feen him, vigorous, bold, and young,
Swift as a itag, and as a lion strong;
Him no fell favage on the plain withstood,
None 'fcap'd him, bofom'd in the gloomy wood;
320 His eye how piercing, and his scent how true,
To wind the vapour in the tainted dew!
Such, when Ulyffes left his natal coast ;
Nor years unnerve him, and his lord is loft!
The women keep the generous creature bare,
A fleek and idle race is all their care:

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So fpoke the wretch, but, fhunning farther
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Turn'd his proud ftep, and left them on their
Straight to the feaftful palace he repair'd,
Familiar enter'd, and the banquet fhar'd;
Beneath Eurymachus, his patron lord,
He took his place, and plenty heap'd the board,
Mean time they heard, foft-circling in the sky,
Sweet airs afcend, and heavenly mintrelly
(For Phemius to the lyre attun'd the strain);
Ulyffes hearken'd, then addrefs'd the swain:
Well may this palace admiration claim,
Great, and refpondent to the master's fame!
Stage above ftage th' imperial structure stands,
Holds the chief honours, and the town commands:
High walls and battlements the courts enclose,
And the frong guests defy an host of foes.
Far other cares its dwellers now employ:
The throng'd affembly, and the feaft of joy:
I fee the smokes of facrifice afpire,
And hear (what graces every feaft) the lyre.
Then thus Eumaus: Judge we which were beft;
Amidst you revellers a fudden guest
Choose you to mingle, while behind I stay?
Or I first entering introduce the way?
Wait for a space without, but wait not long;
This is the house of violence and wrong:
Some rude infult thy reverend age may bear;
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The mafter gone, the fervants what reftrains? 390
Or dwells humanity where riot reigns?
Jove fix'd it certain, that whatever day
Makes man a flave, takes half his worth away.

This faid, the honeft herdsman strode before;
The musing monarch pauses at the door :
The dog, whom Fate had granted to behold
His lord, when twenty tedious years had roll'd
Takes a last look, and, having feen him, dies:
335 So clos'd for ever faithful Argus' eyes!

Juft is, O friend! thy caution, and address'd
(Replied the chief) to np unheedful breast ;
The wrongs and injuries of base mankind
Fresh to my fenfe, and always in my mind.
The bravely-patient to no fortune yields :
On rolling oceans, and in fighting fields,
Storms have I pass'd, and many a stern debate ;
And now in humbler fcene fabniit to Fate.
What cannot Want? The bleft the will expofe, 340
And I am learn'd in all her train of woes;
She fills with navies, hofts, and loud alarms,
The fea, the land, and shakes the world with
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Thus, near the gates conferring as they drew,
Argus, the dog, his ancient mafter knew;
He, not unconfcious of the voice and tread,
Lifts to the found his ear, and rears his head;
Bred by Ulyffes, nourish'd at his board,
But, ah! not fated long to please his lord!
To him, his fwiftnefs and his ftrength were vain ;
The voice of glory call'd him o'er the main.
Till then in every fylvan chafe renown'd,
With Argus, Argus, rung the woods around;
With him the youth purfu'd the goat or fawn,
Or trac'd the mazy leveret o'er the lawn.
Now left to man's ingratitude he lay,
Unhous'd, neglected in the public way;
And where in heaps the rich manure was spread,
Obfcene with reptiles, took his folid bed.

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Tu vain he ftrove to crawl, and kiss his feet;
Yet (all he could) his tail, his ears, his eyes,
Salus his mafter, and confefs his joys.
Sol pay touch'd the mighty master's foul;
Adown his cheek a tear unbidden stole,

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And now Telemachus, the first of all,
Obferv'd Eumæus entering in the hall;
Distant he faw, across the fhady dome;
Then gave a fign, and beckon'd him to come :
There ftood an empty feat, where late was plac'd,
In order due, the fleward of the feat.
(Who now was bufied carving round the board):
Eumæus took, and plac'd it near his lord.
Before him inftant was the banquet spread,
And the bright basket pil'd with loaves of bread.
Next came Ulyffes, lowly at the door,
A figure defpicable, old, and poor,
In fqualid vefts, with many a gaping rent,
Propp'd on a ftaff, and trembling as he went,
Then, refting on the threshold of the gate,
Against a cypress pillar lean'd his weight
(Smooth'd by the workman to a polish'd plain);
The thoughtful son beheld, and call'd his fwain:
Thefe viands and this bread, Eumæus! bear,
And let yon mendicant our plenty share :
Then let him circle round the fuitor's board,
And try the bounty of each gracious lord:
Bold let him act, encourag'd thus by me;
How ill, alas! do want and share agree!

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His lord's command the faithful fervant bears;
The feeming beggar anfwers with his prayers. 425
Bleft be Telemachus! in every deed
Infpire him, Jove! in every with fucceed!
This faid, the portion from his fon convey'd
With fmiles receiving on his ferip he lay'd.
Long as the minitrel fwept the founding wire, 430
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Boon as the fuitors from the banquet rofe,
Minerva prompts the man of mighty woes
To tempt their bounties with a mighty art,
And learn the generous from th' ignoble heart
(Not but his foul, refentful as humane,
Dooms to full vengeance all the offending train);
With speaking eyes, and voice of plaintive found,
Humble he moves, imploring all around.
The proud feel pity, and relief bestow,
With fuch an image touch'd of human woe;
Inquiring all, their wonder they coufefs,
And eye the man, majestic in diftrefs.
While thus they gaze and question with their eyes
The bold Melanthius to their thought replies: 445
My lords! this ftranger of gigantic port
The good Eumæus ufher'd to your court.
Full well I mark'd the features of his face,
Though all unknown his clime, or noble race.
And is this prefent, fwineherd! of thy hand? 450
Bring'st thou these vagrants to infest the land?
(Returns Antinous with retorted eye)
Objects uncouth! to check the genial joy.
Enough of thefe our court already grace,
Of giant ftomach, and of famifh'd face.
Such guetis Eumaus to his country brings,
To share our feast, and lead the life of kings.
To whom the hofpitable swain rejoin'd:
Thy paffion, prince, belies thy knowing mind.
Who calls, from diftant nations to his own,
The poor, diftinguish'd by their wants alone?
Round the wide world are fought thofe men divine
Who public structures raise, or who defign;
Thofe to whofe eyes the gods their ways reveal,
Or blefs with falutary arts to heal;
But chief to poets fuch refpect belongs,
By rival nations courted for their fongs;
Thefe ftates invite, and mighty kings admire,
Wide as the fun displays his vital fire.
It is not fo with want! how few that feed
A wretch unhappy, mercly for his need! ·
Unjuft to me and all that ferve the state,
To love Ulyffes is to raise thy hate.
For me, fuffice the approbation won
Of my great mistress, and her godlike fon.
To him Telemachus: No more incenfe
The man by nature prone to infolence :
Injurious minds just answers but provoke-
Then turning to Antinous, thus he spoke :
Thanks to thy care whofe abfolute command 480
Thus drives the stranger from our court and land.
Heaven blefs its owner with a better mind!
From envy free, to charity inclin'd.
This both Penelope and I afford :
Then, prince! be bounteous of Ulyffes' board. 485
To give another's is thy hand fo flow?
So much more sweet, to fpoil, than to bestow?
Whence, great Telemachus! this lofty strain?
(Antinous cries with infolent difdain)
Portions like mine if every fuitor gave,
Our walls this twelvemooth fhould not fee the flave.
He fpoke, and lifting high above the board
His ponderous footstool, fhook it at his lord.
The reft with equal hand conferr'd the bread;
He fill'd his fcrip, and to the threshold (ped; 495
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Of all the Greeks, but prince-like and the first;
Then, as in dignity, be first in worth,

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And I shall praife thee through the boundless
Once I enjoy'd in luxury of state [earth! 500
Whate'er gives man the envied name of great;
Wealth, fervants, friends, were mine in better days;
And hospitality was then my praise :
In every forrowing foul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood fmiling in my fight.
But Jove, all-governing, whofe only will
Determines fate, and mingles goud with ill,
Sent me (to punish my pursuit of gain)
With roving pirates o'er th' Egyptian main; 510
By Egypt's filver flood our fhips we moor;
Our fpies commiffion'd straight the coaft explore;
But, impotent of mind, with lawless will
The country ravage, and the natives kill.
The spreading clamour to their city flies,
And horfe and foot in mingled tumult rife:
The reddening dawn reveals the hoftile fields,
Horrid with bristly spears, and gleaming shields:
Jove thunder'd on their fide: our guilty head
We turn'dto flight; the gathering vengeance spread
On all parts round, and heaps on heaps lay dead.
Some few the foes in fervitude detain ;
Death ill-exchang'd for bondage and for pain!
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And gave to Demetor, Cyprus' haughty lord: 525
Hither, to 'feape his chains, my course I steer,
Still curs'd by fortune, and infulted here!

To whom Antinous thus his rage exprefs'd:
What god has plagu'd us with this gormand gueft?
Unless at distance, wretch! thou keep behind 530
Another ifle, than Cyprus more unkind;
Another Egypt, fhalt thou quickly find.

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Nor all can give fo much as thou can crave.
Nor wonder I, at fuch profusion shown;
Shameless they give, who give what's not their own.
The chief, retiring: Souls like that in thee
Ill fuit fuch forms of grace and dignity,
Nor will that hand to utmost need afford
475 The smallest portion of a wasteful board,
Whofe luxury whole patrimonies fweeps;
Yet ftarving Want, amidst the riot, weeps.
The haughty fuitor with refentment burns,
And, fourly failing, this reply returns:
Take that, ere yet thou quit this princely throng :
And dumb for ever be thy flanderous tongue!
He faid, and high the whirling tripod flung.
His fhoulder-blade receiv'd th' ungentle shock;
He ftood, and mov'd not, like a marble rock;
But fhook his thoughtful head, nor more com-
Sedate of foul, his character fuftain'd, [plain'd, 550
And inly form'd revenge: then back withdrew;
Before his feet the well-fill'd fcrip he threw,
And thus with femblance mild addrefs'd the crew:
May what I fpeak your princely minds approve, 555
Ye peers and rivals in this noble love!
Not for the hurt I grieve, but for the cause.
If, when the fword our country's quarrel draws,
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(The fuitor cry'd) or force fhall drag thee hence, Scourge thro' the public ftreet, and cast thee there, A mangled carcafe for the hounds to tear.

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His furious deed the general anger mov'd, All, ev'n the worft, condemn: and fome reprov'd. Was ever chief for wars like thefe renown'd? It fits the ftranger and the poor to wound. Unbleft thy hand; if in this low disguise Wander, perhaps, fome inmate of the fkies; They (curious oft' of mortal actions) deign In forms like thefe, to round the earth and main, Juft and unjust recording in their mind, And with fure eyes infpecting all mankind. Telemachus, abforpt, in thought severe, Nourish'd deep anguish, though he shed no tear; But the dark brow of filent forrow fhook: While thus his mother to her virgins spoke : "On him and his may the bright God of day "That base, inhofpitable blow repay " The nurse replies: "If Jove receives my prayer, "Not one furvives to breathe to-morrow's air."

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Their filent journey, fince his tale begun,
Unfinish'd yet! and yet I thirst to hear,
As when fome Heaven-taught poet-charms the car,
(Sufpending forrow with a celestial strain,
Breath'd from the gods to foften human pain)
Time fteals away with unregarded wing,
And the foul hears him, though he cease to fing.
Ulyffes late he faw, on Cretan ground,
(His father's gueft) for Minos' birth renown'd. 615
He now but waits the wind, to waft him o'er,
With boundless treasure, from Thefprotia's fhore.
To this the queen: The wanderer let me hear,
While yon luxurious race indulge their cheer,
Devour the grazing ox and browzing goat,
And turn my generous vintage down their throat.
For where's an arm, like thine, Ulyffes! ftrong,
To curb wild riot, and to punish wrong?

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The fmiling queen the happy omen blefs'd:
"So may thefe impious fall, by fate oppress'd!"
Then to Eumæus: Bring the ftranger, fly!
And if my question meet a true reply,
Grac'd with a decent robe he shall retire,
A gift in feafon which his wants require.
Thus fpoke Pemt lope. Eumæus flies
In dutecus hafte, and to Ulyffes cries:
The Queen invites thee, venerable gueft!
A fecret inftinct moves her troubled breast,
Of her long abfent lord from thee to gain
Some light, and foothe/her foul's eternal pain.
If true, if faithfui thou; her grateful mind
Of decent robes a prefent has defign'ċ :
So finding favour in the royal eye,
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Fair truth alone (the patient man reply'd) My words fhall dictate, and my lips fhall guide, To him, to me, one common lot was given, In equal woes, alas! involv'd by Heaven. Much of his fates I know; but check'd by fear I fland: the hand of violence is here: Ser boundless wrongs the starry skies invade, And injur'd fuppliants feek in vain for aid. Let for a fpace the penfive queen attend, Nor claini my story till the fun defcend; Then in fuch robes as fuppliants may require, Compos'd and cheerful by the genial fire, When loud uproar and lawless riot cease, Shall her pleas'd ear receive my words in peace.655 Swift to the queen returns the gentle fwain: and fay, (fhe cries) does fear, or fhame, detain The cautious ftranger? With the begging kind Shame fuits but ill. Eumæus thus rejoin'd: He only asks a more propitious hour, And fhuns (who would not?) wicked men in power:

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At evening mild (meet season to confer)
By turns to queftion, and by turns to hear,
Whoe'er this guest (the prudent queen replies)

His every step and every thought is wife: For men like thefe on earth he fhall not find In all the mifcreant race of human kind.

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Thus the Eumæus all her words attends,
And, parting, to the fuitor powers defcends;
There feeks Telemachus, and thus apart
In whifpers breathes the fondness of his heart:
The time, my lord, invites me to repair
Hence to the lodge; my charge demands my care.
Thefe fons of murder thirst thy life to take;
Oh guard it, guard it for thy fervant's fake!
Thanks to my friend, he cries; but now the hour
Of night draws on, go feek the rural bower:
But first refresh and at the dawn of day
Hither a victim to the gods convey.
Our life to Heaven's immortal Powers we truft, 68.
Safe in their care, for heaven prote&s the just.
Obfervant of his voice, Eumæus fate

And fed recumbent on a chair of state.
Then inflant rofe, and as he mov'd along
Twas riot all amid the fuitor throng,
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'HILE fix'd in thought the pensive hero fate,
A mendicant approach'd the royal gate;

A furly vagrant of the giant kind,
The stain of manhood, of a coward mind:
From feaft to feast, infatiate to devour
He flew, attendant on the genial hour.
Him on his mother's knees when babe he lay,
She nam'd Arnæus on his natal day:
But Irus his affociates call'd the boy,
Practis'd the common meffenger to fly;
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From his own roof, with meditated blows,
He strove to drive the man of mighty woes.
Hence, dotard, hence! and timely speed thy way,
Left dragg'd in vengeance thou repent thy ftay; 15
See how with nods affent yon princely train!
But, honouring age, in mercy I reftrain!
In peace away! left, if perfuafions fail,
This arm with blows more eloquent prevail.

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The lords applaud: Ulyffes then with art,
And fears well feign'd, difguis'd his dauntless heart:
Worn as I am with age, decay'd with woe,
Say, is it basenefs to decline the foe?
Hard conflict! when calamity and age
With vigorous youth, unknown to cares, engage!
Yet, fearful of difgrace, to try the day
Imperious hunger bids, and I obey;
But fwear, impartial arbiters of right,
Swear to ftand neutral, while we cope in fight. 65
The peers affent: when ftraight his facred head
Telemachus uprais'd, and sternly said :

Stranger, if prompted to chaftife the wrong
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Th' injurious Greek, that dares attempt a blow, yo
That inftant makes Telemachus his foe;

To whom, with ftern regard: On infolence,
Indecently to rail without offence;
What bounty gives, without a rival fhare;
lafk, what harms not thee, to breathe this air:
Alike on alms we both precarious live:
And canst thou envy when the great relieve? 25
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Proud as thou art, henceforth no more be proud,
Left I imprint my vengeance in thy blood;
Old as I am, fhould once my fury burn,
How would' thou fly, nor ev'n in thought return?
Mere woman-glutton! (thus the churl reply'd)
A tongue fo flippant, with a throat fo wide!
Why ceafe I, Gods! to dash those teeth away,
Like fome wild boar's, that, greedy of his prey, 35
Uproots the bearded corn? Rife, try the fight,
Gird well thy loins, approach and feel my might:
Sure of defeat, before the peers engage;
Unequal fight! when youth contends with age!
Thus in a wordy war their tongus difplay
More fierce intents, preluding to the fray;
Antinous hears, and, in a jovial vein,
Thus with loud laughter to the fuitor-train :
This happy day in mirth, my friends, employ,
And lo! the Gods confpire to crown our joy.
See ready for the fight, and hand to hand,
Yon furly mendicants contentious stand;
Why urge we not to blows? Well pleas'd they
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And these my friends † fhall guard the facred ties
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Then, girding his ftrong loins, the king prepares
To clofe in combat, and his body bares';
Broad fpread his fhoulders, and his nervous thighs
By just degrees, like well-turn'd columns, rife:
Ample his cheft, his arms are round and long,
And each ftrong joint Minerva knits more ftrong.
(Attendant on her chief); the fuitor-crowd
With wonder gaze, and gazing speak aloud:
Irus! alas! fhall Irus be no more?
Black fate impends, and this th' avenging hour!
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Then, pale with fears, and fickening at the fight,
They dragg'd th' unwilling Irus to the fight;
From his blank vifage fled the coward blood,
And his flesh trembled as aghait he stood.
Oh, that such baseness should difgrace the light!90
O hide it, Death, in everlasting night!
(Exclaims Antinous) can a vigorous foe
Meanly decline to combat age and woe?
But hear me, wretch! if recreant in the fray,
That huge bulk yield this ill-contested day.
Intant thou fail'ft, to Echetus refign'd;
A tyrant, fiercest of the tyrant kind,

† Antinous and Eurymachus.

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