So saying, the other princes he dismiss’d
Impatient, but the sons of Atreus both,
Ulysses, Nestor and Idomeneus,
With Phœnix, hoary warrior, in his tent380
Abiding still, with cheerful converse kind
Essay’d to soothe him, whose afflicted soul
All soothing scorn’d till he should once again
Rush on the ravening edge of bloody war.
Then, mindful of his friend, groaning he said385
Time was, unhappiest, dearest of my friends!
When even thou, with diligent dispatch,
Thyself, hast spread a table in my tent,
The hour of battle drawing nigh between
The Greeks and warlike Trojans. But there lies390
Thy body now, gored by the ruthless steel,
And for thy sake I neither eat nor drink,
Though dearth be none, conscious that other wo
Surpassing this I can have none to fear.
No, not if tidings of my father’s death395
Should reach me, who, this moment, weeps, perhaps,
In Phthia tears of tenderest regret
For such a son; while I, remote from home
Fight for detested Helen under Troy.
Nor even were he dead, whom, if he live,400
I rear in Scyros, my own darling son,
My Neoptolemus of form divine.[10]
For still this hope I cherish’d in my breast
Till now, that, of us two, myself alone
Should fall at Ilium, and that thou, restored405
To Phthia, should’st have wafted o’er the waves
My son from Scyros to his native home,
That thou might’st show him all his heritage,
My train of menials, and my fair abode.
For either dead already I account410
Peleus, or doubt not that his residue
Of miserable life shall soon be spent,
Through stress of age and expectation sad
That tidings of my death shall, next, arrive.
So spake Achilles weeping, around whom415
The Chiefs all sigh’d, each with remembrance pain’d
Of some loved object left at home. Meantime
Jove, with compassion moved, their sorrow saw,
And in wing’d accents thus to Pallas spake.
Daughter! thou hast abandon’d, as it seems,420
Yon virtuous Chief for ever; shall no care
Thy mind engage of brave Achilles more?
Before his gallant fleet mourning he sits
His friend, disconsolate; the other Greeks
Sat and are satisfied; he only fasts.425
Go then—instil nectar into his breast,
And sweets ambrosial, that he hunger not.
So saying, he urged Minerva prompt before.
In form a shrill-voiced Harpy of long wing
Through ether down she darted, while the Greeks430
In all their camp for instant battle arm’d.
Ambrosial sweets and nectar she instill’d
Into his breast, lest he should suffer loss
Of strength through abstinence, then soar’d again
To her great Sire’s unperishing abode.435
And now the Grecians from their gallant fleet
All pour’d themselves abroad. As when thick snow
From Jove descends, driven by impetuous gusts
Of the cloud-scattering North, so frequent shone
Issuing from the fleet the dazzling casques,440
Boss’d bucklers, hauberks strong, and ashen spears.
Upwent the flash to heaven; wide all around
The champain laugh’d with beamy brass illumed,
And tramplings of the warriors on all sides
Resounded, amidst whom Achilles arm’d.445
He gnash’d his teeth, fire glimmer’d in his eyes,
Anguish intolerable wrung his heart
And fury against Troy, while he put on
His glorious arms, the labor of a God.
First, to his legs his polish’d greaves he clasp’d450
Studded with silver, then his corselet bright
Braced to his bosom, his huge sword of brass
Athwart his shoulder slung, and his broad shield
Uplifted last, luminous as the moon.
Such as to mariners a fire appears,455
Kindled by shepherds on the distant top
Of some lone hill; they, driven by stormy winds,
Reluctant roam far off the fishy deep,
Such from Achilles’ burning shield divine
A lustre struck the skies; his ponderous helm460
He lifted to his brows; starlike it shone,
And shook its curling crest of bushy gold,
By Vulcan taught to wave profuse around.
So clad, godlike Achilles trial made
If his arms fitted him, and gave free scope465
To his proportion’d limbs; buoyant they proved
As wings, and high upbore his airy tread.
He drew his father’s spear forth from his case,
Heavy and huge and long. That spear, of all
Achaia’s sons, none else had power to wield;470
Achilles only could the Pelian spear
Brandish, by Chiron for his father hewn
From Pelion’s top for slaughter of the brave.
His coursers, then, Automedon prepared
And Alcimus, adjusting diligent475
The fair caparisons; they thrust the bits
Into their mouths, and to the chariot seat
Extended and made fast the reins behind.
The splendid scourge commodious to the grasp
Seizing, at once Automedon upsprang480
Into his place; behind him, arm’d complete
Achilles mounted, as the orient sun
All dazzling, and with awful tone his speech
Directed to the coursers of his Sire.
Xanthus, and Balius of Podarges’ blood485
Illustrious! see ye that, the battle done,
Ye bring whom now ye bear back to the host
Of the Achaians in far other sort,
Nor leave him, as ye left Patroclus, dead.[11]
Him then his steed unconquer’d in the race,490
Xanthus answer’d from beneath his yoke,
But, hanging low his head, and with his mane
Dishevell’d all, and streaming to the ground.
Him Juno vocal made, Goddess white-arm’d.
And doubtless so we will. This day at least495
We bear thee safe from battle, stormy Chief!
But thee the hour of thy destruction swift
Approaches, hasten’d by no fault of ours,
But by the force of fate and power divine.
For not through sloth or tardiness on us500
Aught chargeable, have Ilium’s sons thine arms
Stript from Patroclus’ shoulders, but a God
Matchless in battle, offspring of bright-hair’d
Latona, him contending in the van
Slew, for the glory of the Chief of Troy.505
We, Zephyrus himself, though by report
Swiftest of all the winds of heaven, in speed
Could equal, but the Fates thee also doom
By human hands to fall, and hands divine.
The interposing Furies at that word510
Suppress’d his utterance,[12] and indignant, thus,
Achilles, swiftest of the swift, replied.
Why, Xanthus, propheciest thou my death?
It ill beseems thee. I already know
That from my parents far remote my doom515
Appoints me here to die; yet not the more
Cease I from feats if arms, till Ilium’s host
Shall have received, at length, their fill of war.
He said, and with a shout drove forth to battle.