Hence, rapid Iris! leave the Olympian heights.
And, finding noble Priam, bid him haste185
Into Achaia’s fleet, bearing such gifts
As may assuage Achilles, and prevail
To liberate the body of his son.
Alone, he must; no Trojan of them all
May company the senior thither, save190
An ancient herald to direct his mules
And his wheel’d litter, and to bring the dead
Back into Ilium, whom Achilles slew.
Let neither fear of death nor other fear
Trouble him aught, so safe a guard and sure195
We give him; Mercury shall be his guide
Into Achilles’ presence in his tent.
Nor will himself Achilles slay him there,
Or even permit his death, but will forbid
All violence; for he is not unwise200
Nor heedless, no—nor wilful to offend,
But will his suppliant with much grace receive.[5]
He ceased; then Iris tempest-wing’d arose,
Jove’s messenger, and, at the gates arrived
Of Priam, wo and wailing found within.205
Around their father, in the hall, his sons
Their robes with tears water’d, while them amidst
The hoary King sat mantled, muffled close,
And on his venerable head and neck
Much dust was spread, which, rolling on the earth,210
He had shower’d on them with unsparing hands.
The palace echoed to his daughters’ cries,
And to the cries of matrons calling fresh
Into remembrance many a valiant chief
Now stretch’d in dust, by Argive hands destroy’d.215
The messenger of Jove at Priam’s side
Standing, with whisper’d accents low his ear
Saluted, but he trembled at the sound.
Courage, Dardanian Priam! fear thou nought;
To thee no prophetess of ill, I come;220
But with kind purpose: Jove’s ambassadress
Am I, who though remote, yet entertains
Much pity, and much tender care for thee.
Olympian Jove commands thee to redeem
The noble Hector, with an offering large225
Of gifts that may Achilles’ wrath appease.
Alone, thou must; no Trojan of them all
Hath leave to attend thy journey thither, save
An ancient herald to direct thy mules
And thy wheel’d litter, and to bring the dead230
Back into Ilium, whom Achilles slew.
Let neither fear of death nor other fear
Trouble thee aught, so safe a guard and sure
He gives thee; Mercury shall be thy guide
Even to Achilles’ presence in his tent.235
Nor will himself Achilles slay thee there,
Or even permit thy death, but will forbid
All violence; for he is not unwise
Nor heedless, no—nor wilful to offend,
But will his suppliant with much grace receive.240
So spake the swift ambassadress, and went.
Then, calling to his sons, he bade them bring
His litter forth, and bind the coffer on,
While to his fragrant chamber he repair’d
Himself, with cedar lined and lofty-roof’d,245
A treasury of wonders into which
The Queen he summon’d, whom he thus bespake.
Hecuba! the ambassadress of Jove
Hath come, who bids me to the Grecian fleet,
Bearing such presents thither as may soothe250
Achilles, for redemption of my son.
But say, what seems this enterprise to thee?
Myself am much inclined to it, I feel
My courage prompting me amain toward
The fleet, and into the Achaian camp.255
Then wept the Queen aloud, and thus replied.
Ah! whither is thy wisdom fled, for which
Both strangers once, and Trojans honor’d thee?
How canst thou wish to penetrate alone
The Grecian fleet, and to appear before260
His face, by whom so many valiant sons
Of thine have fallen? Thou hast an iron heart!
For should that savage man and faithless once
Seize and discover thee, no pity expect
Or reverence at his hands. Come—let us weep265
Together, here sequester’d; for the thread
Spun for him by his destiny severe
When he was born, ordain’d our son remote
From us his parents to be food for hounds
In that chief’s tent. Oh! clinging to his side,270
How I could tear him with my teeth! His deeds,
Disgraceful to my son, then should not want
Retaliation; for he slew not him
Skulking, but standing boldly for the wives,
The daughters fair, and citizens of Troy,275
Guiltless of flight,[6] and of the wish to fly.
Whom godlike Priam answer’d, ancient King.
Impede me not who willing am to go,
Nor be, thyself, a bird of ominous note
To terrify me under my own roof,280
For thou shalt not prevail. Had mortal man
Enjoin’d me this attempt, prophet, or priest,
Or soothsayer, I had pronounced him false
And fear’d it but the more. But, since I saw
The Goddess with these eyes, and heard, myself,285
The voice divine, I go; that word shall stand;
And, if my doom be in the fleet of Greece
To perish, be it so; Achilles’ arm
Shall give me speedy death, and I shall die
Folding my son, and satisfied with tears.290
So saying, he open’d wide the elegant lids
Of numerous chests, whence mantles twelve he took
Of texture beautiful; twelve single cloaks;
As many carpets, with as many robes,
To which he added vests, an equal store.295
He also took ten talents forth of gold,
All weigh’d, two splendid tripods, caldrons four,
And after these a cup of matchless worth
Given to him when ambassador in Thrace;
A noble gift, which yet the hoary King300
Spared not, such fervor of desire he felt
To loose his son. Then from his portico,
With angry taunts he drove the gather’d crowds.
Away! away! ye dregs of earth, away!
Ye shame of human kind! Have ye no griefs305
At home, that ye come hither troubling me?
Deem ye it little that Saturnian Jove
Afflicts me thus, and of my very best,
Best boy deprives me? Ah! ye shall be taught
Yourselves that loss, far easier to be slain310
By the Achaians now, since he is dead.
But I, ere yet the city I behold
Taken and pillaged, with these aged eyes,
Shall find safe hiding in the shades below.
He said, and chased them with his staff; they left315
In haste the doors, by the old King expell’d.
Then, chiding them aloud, his sons he call’d,
Helenus, Paris, noble Agathon,
Pammon, Antiphonus, and bold in fight
Polites, Dios of illustrious fame,320
Hippothoüs and Deiphobus—all nine
He call’d, thus issuing, angry, his commands.