The Iliad (tr Edward, Earl of Derby) | Page 5

down?Minerva, sent by Juno, white-arm'd Queen,?Whose love and care both chiefs alike enjoy'd.?She stood behind, and by the yellow hair?She held the son of Peleus, visible?To him alone, by all the rest unseen.?Achilles, wond'ring, turn'd, and straight he knew?The blue-eyed Pallas; awful was her glance;?Whom thus the chief with winged words address'd:
"Why com'st thou, child of aegis-bearing Jove??To see the arrogance of Atreus' son??But this I say, and will make good my words,?This insolence may cost him soon his life."
To whom the blue-ey'd Goddess thus replied:?"From Heav'n I came, to curb, if thou wilt hear,?Thy fury; sent by Juno, white-arm'd Queen,?Whose love and care ye both alike enjoy.?Cease, then, these broils, and draw not thus thy sword;?In words, indeed, assail him as thou wilt.?But this I promise, and will make it good,?The time shall come, when for this insolence?A threefold compensation shall be thine;?Only be sway'd by me, and curb thy wrath."
Whom answer'd thus Achilles, swift of foot:?"Goddess, I needs must yield to your commands,?Indignant though I be--for so 'tis best;?Who hears the Gods, of them his pray'rs are heard."
He said: and on the silver hilt he stay'd?His pow'rful hand, and flung his mighty sword?Back to its scabbard, to Minerva's word?Obedient: she her heav'nward course pursued?To join th' Immortals in th' abode of Jove.?But Peleus' son, with undiminish'd wrath,?Atrides thus with bitter words address'd:
"Thou sot, with eye of dog, and heart of deer!?Who never dar'st to lead in armed fight?Th' assembled host, nor with a chosen few?To man the secret ambush--for thou fear'st?To look on death--no doubt 'tis easier far,?Girt with thy troops, to plunder of his right?Whoe'er may venture to oppose thy will!?A tyrant King, because thou rul'st o'er slaves!?Were it not so, this insult were thy last.?But this I say, and with an oath confirm,?By this my royal staff, which never more?Shall put forth leaf nor spray, since first it left?Upon the mountain-side its parent stem,?Nor blossom more; since all around the axe?Hath lopp'd both leaf and bark, and now 'tis borne?Emblem of justice, by the sons of Greece,?Who guard the sacred ministry of law?Before the face of Jove! a mighty oath!?The time shall come, when all the sons of Greece?Shall mourn Achilles' loss; and thou the while,?Heart-rent, shalt be all-impotent to aid,?When by the warrior-slayer Hector's hand?Many shall fall; and then thy soul shall mourn?The slight on Grecia's bravest warrior cast."
Thus spoke Pelides; and upon the ground?He cast his staff, with golden studs emboss'd,?And took his seat; on th' other side, in wrath,?Atrides burn'd; but Nestor interpos'd;?Nestor, the leader of the Pylian host,?The smooth-tongued chief, from whose persuasive lips?Sweeter than honey flowed the stream of speech.?Two generations of the sons of men?For him were past and gone, who with himself?Were born and bred on Pylos' lovely shore,?And o'er the third he now held royal sway.?He thus with prudent words the chiefs address'd:
"Alas, alas! what grief is this for Greece!?What joy for Priam, and for Priam's sons!?What exultation for the men of Troy,?To hear of feuds 'tween you, of all the Greeks?The first in council, and the first in fight!?Yet, hear my words, I pray; in years, at least,?Ye both must yield to me; and in times past?I liv'd with men, and they despis'd me not,?Abler in counsel, greater than yourselves.?Such men I never saw, and ne'er shall see,?As Pirithous and Dryas, wise and brave,?Coeneus, Exadius, godlike Polypheme,?And Theseus, AEgeus' more than mortal son.?The mightiest they among the sons of men;?The mightiest they, and of the forest beasts?Strove with the mightiest, and their rage subdued.?With them from distant lands, from Pylos' shore?I join'd my forces, and their call obey'd;?With them I play'd my part; with them, not one?Would dare to fight of mortals now on earth.?Yet they my counsels heard, my voice obey'd;?And hear ye also, for my words are wise.?Nor thou, though great thou be, attempt to rob?Achilles of his prize, but let him keep?The spoil assign'd him by the sons of Greece;?Nor thou, Pelides, with the monarch strive?In rivalry; for ne'er to sceptred King?Hath Jove such pow'rs, as to Atrides, giv'n;?And valiant though thou art, and Goddess-born,?Yet mightier he, for wider is his sway.?Atrides, curb thy wrath! while I beseech?Achilles to forbear; in whom the Greeks?From adverse war their great defender see."
To whom the monarch, Agamemnon, thus:?"O father, full of wisdom are thy words;?But this proud chief o'er all would domineer;?O'er all he seeks to rule, o'er all to reign,?To all to dictate; which I will not bear.?Grant that the Gods have giv'n him warlike might,?Gave they unbridled license to his tongue?"
To whom Achilles, interrupting, thus:?"Coward and slave indeed I might be deem'd.?Could I submit to make thy word my law;?To others thy commands; seek not to me?To dictate, for I follow thee no more.?But hear me speak, and ponder what I say:?For the fair girl