ARGUMENT OF THE SIXTEENTH BOOK.
Achilles, at the suit of Patroclus, grants him his own armor, and permission to lead the Myrmidons to battle. They, sallying, repulse the Trojans. Patroclus slays Sarpedon, and Hector, when Apollo had first stripped off his armor and Euphorbus wounded him, slays Patroclus.
BOOK XVI.
Such contest for that gallant bark they waged.
Meantime Patroclus, standing at the side
Of the illustrious Chief Achilles, wept
Fast as a crystal fountain from the height
Of some rude rock pours down its rapid[1] stream.5
Divine Achilles with compassion moved
Mark’d him, and in wing’d accents thus began.[2]
Who weeps Patroclus like an infant girl
Who, running at her mother’s side, entreats
To be uplifted in her arms? She grasps10
Her mantle, checks her haste, and looking up
With tearful eyes, pleads earnest to be borne;
So fall, Patroclus! thy unceasing tears.
Bring’st thou to me or to my people aught
Afflictive? Hast thou mournful tidings learn’d15
Prom Phthia, trusted to thy ear alone?
Menœtius, son of Actor, as they say,
Still lives; still lives his Myrmidons among
Peleus Æacides; whom, were they dead,
With cause sufficient we should both deplore.20
Or weep’st thou the Achaians at the ships
Perishing, for their outrage done to me?
Speak. Name thy trouble. I would learn the cause
To whom, deep-sorrowing, thou didst reply,
Patroclus! Oh Achilles, Peleus’ son!25
Noblest of all our host! bear with my grief,
Since such distress hath on the Grecians fallen.
The bravest of their ships disabled lie,
Some wounded from afar, some hand to hand.
Diomede, warlike son of Tydeus, bleeds,30
Gall’d by a shaft; Ulysses, glorious Chief,
And Agamemnon suffer by the spear,
And brave Eurypylus an arrow-point
Bears in his thigh. These all, are now the care
Of healing hands. Oh thou art pity-proof,35
Achilles! be my bosom ever free
From anger such as harbor finds in thine,
Scorning all limits! whom, of men unborn,
Hereafter wilt thou save, from whom avert
Disgrace, if not from the Achaians now?40
Ah ruthless! neither Peleus thee begat,
Nor Thetis bore, but rugged rocks sublime,
And roaring billows blue gave birth to thee,
Who bear’st a mind that knows not to relent,
But, if some prophecy alarm thy fears,45
If from thy Goddess-mother thou have aught
Received, and with authority of Jove,
Me send at least, me quickly, and with me
The Myrmidons. A dawn of cheerful hope
Shall thence, it may be, on the Greeks arise.50
Grant me thine armor also, that the foe
Thyself supposing present, may abstain
From battle, and the weary Greeks enjoy
Short respite; it is all that war allows.
We, fresh and vigorous, by our shouts alone55
May easily repulse an army spent
With labor from the camp, and from the fleet,
Such suit he made, alas! all unforewarn’d
That his own death should be the bitter fruit,
And thus Achilles, sorrowful, replied.60
Patroclus, noble friend! what hast thou spoken?
Me neither prophesy that I have heard
Holds in suspense, nor aught that I have learn’d
From Thetis with authority of Jove!
Hence springs, and hence alone, my grief of heart;65
If one, in nought superior to myself
Save in his office only, should by force
Amerce me of my well-earn’d recompense—
How then? There lies the grief that stings my soul.
The virgin chosen for me by the sons70
Of Greece, my just reward, by my own spear
Obtain’d when I Eëtion’s city took,
Her, Agamemnon, leader of the host
From my possession wrung, as I had been
Some alien wretch, unhonor’d and unknown.75
But let it pass; anger is not a flame
To feed for ever; I affirm’d, indeed,
Mine inextinguishable till the shout
Of battle should invade my proper barks;
But thou put on my glorious arms, lead forth80
My valiant Myrmidons, since such a cloud,
So dark, of dire hostility surrounds
The fleet, and the Achaians, by the waves
Hemm’d in, are prison’d now in narrow space.
Because the Trojans meet not in the field85
My dazzling helmet, therefore bolder grown
All Ilium comes abroad; but had I found
Kindness at royal Agamemnon’s hands,
Soon had they fled, and with their bodies chok’d
The streams, from whom ourselves now suffer siege90
For in the hands of Diomede his spear
No longer rages rescuing from death
The afflicted Danaï, nor hear I more
The voice of Agamemnon issuing harsh
From his detested throat, but all around95
The burst[3] of homicidal Hector’s cries,
Calling his Trojans on; they loud insult
The vanquish’d Greeks, and claim the field their own.
Go therefore, my Patroclus; furious fall
On these assailants, even now preserve100
From fire the only hope of our return.
But hear the sum of all; mark well my word;
So shalt thou glorify me in the eyes
Of all the Danaï, and they shall yield
Brisëis mine, with many a gift beside.105
The Trojans from the fleet expell’d, return.
Should Juno’s awful spouse give thee to win
Victory, be content; seek not to press
The Trojans without me, for thou shalt add
Still more to the disgrace already mine.[4]110
Much less, by martial ardor urged, conduct
Thy slaughtering legions to the walls of Troy,
Lest some immortal power on her behalf
Descend, for much the Archer of the skies
Loves Ilium. No—the fleet once saved, lead back115
Thy band, and leave the battle to themselves.
For oh, by all the powers of heaven I would
That not one Trojan might escape of all,
Nor yet a Grecian, but that we, from death
Ourselves escaping, might survive to spread120
Troy’s sacred bulwarks on the ground, alone.
Thus they conferr’d. [5]But Ajax overwhelm’d
Meantime with darts, no longer could endure,
Quell’d both by Jupiter and by the spears
Of many a noble Trojan; hideous rang125
His batter’d helmet bright, stroke after stroke
Sustaining on all sides, and his left arm
That had so long shifted from side to side
His restless shield, now fail’d; yet could not all
Displace him with united force, or move.130
Quick pantings heaved his chest, copious the sweat
Trickled from all his limbs, nor found he time,
However short, to breathe again, so close
Evil on evil heap’d hemm’d him around.