Quick! quick! ye slothful in your father’s cause,
Ye worthless brood! would that in Hector’s stead
Ye all had perish’d in the fleet of Greece!325
Oh altogether wretched! in all Troy
No man had sons to boast valiant as mine,
And I have lost them all. Mestor is gone
The godlike, Troilus the steed-renown’d,
And Hector, who with other men compared330
Seem’d a Divinity, whom none had deem’d
From mortal man derived, but from a God.
These Mars hath taken, and hath left me none
But scandals of my house, void of all truth,
Dancers, exact step-measurers,[7] a band335
Of public robbers, thieves of kids and lambs.
Will ye not bring my litter to the gate
This moment, and with all this package quick
Charge it, that we may hence without delay?
He said, and by his chiding awed, his sons340
Drew forth the royal litter, neat, new-built,
And following swift the draught, on which they bound
The coffer; next, they lower’d from the wall
The sculptured boxen yoke with its two rings;[8]
And with the yoke its furniture, in length345
Nine cubits; this to the extremest end
Adjusting of the pole, they cast the ring
Over the ring-bolt; then, thrice through the yoke
They drew the brace on both sides, made it fast
With even knots, and tuck’d[9] the dangling ends.350
Producing, next, the glorious ransom-price
Of Hector’s body, on the litter’s floor
They heap’d it all, then yoked the sturdy mules,
A gift illustrious by the Mysians erst
Conferr’d on Priam; to the chariot, last,355
They led forth Priam’s steeds, which the old King
(In person serving them) with freshest corn
Constant supplied; meantime, himself within
The palace, and his herald, were employ’d
Girding[10] themselves, to go; wise each and good.360
And now came mournful Hecuba, with wine
Delicious charged, which in a golden cup
She brought, that not without libation due
First made, they might depart. Before the steeds
Her steps she stay’d, and Priam thus address’d.365
Take this, and to the Sire of all perform
Libation, praying him a safe return
From hostile hands, since thou art urged to seek
The Grecian camp, though not by my desire.
Pray also to Idæan Jove cloud-girt,370
Who oversees all Ilium, that he send
His messenger or ere thou go, the bird
His favorite most, surpassing all in strength,
At thy right hand; him seeing, thou shalt tend
With better hope toward the fleet of Greece.375
But should loud-thundering Jove his lieger swift
Withhold, from me far be it to advise
This journey, howsoe’er thou wish to go.
To whom the godlike Priam thus replied.
This exhortation will I not refuse,380
O Queen! for, lifting to the Gods his hands
In prayer for their compassion, none can err.
So saying, he bade the maiden o’er the rest,
Chief in authority, pour on his hands
Pure water, for the maiden at his side385
With ewer charged and laver, stood prepared.
He laved his hands; then, taking from the Queen
The goblet, in his middle area stood
Pouring libation with his eyes upturn’d
Heaven-ward devout, and thus his prayer preferr’d.390
Jove, great and glorious above all, who rulest,
On Ida’s summit seated, all below!
Grant me arrived within Achilles’ tent
Kindness to meet and pity, and oh send
Thy messenger or ere I go, the bird395
Thy favorite most, surpassing all in strength,
At my right hand, which seeing, I shall tend
With better hope toward the fleet of Greece.
He ended, at whose prayer, incontinent,
Jove sent his eagle, surest of all signs,400
The black-plumed bird voracious, Morphnos[11] named,
And Percnos.[11] Wide as the well-guarded door
Of some rich potentate his vans he spread
On either side; they saw him on the right,
Skimming the towers of Troy; glad they beheld405
That omen, and all felt their hearts consoled.
Delay’d not then the hoary King, but quick
Ascending to his seat, his coursers urged
Through vestibule and sounding porch abroad.
The four-wheel’d litter led, drawn by the mules410
Which sage Idæus managed, behind whom
Went Priam, plying with the scourge his steeds
Continual through the town, while all his friends,
Following their sovereign with dejected hearts,
Lamented him as going to his death.415
But when from Ilium’s gate into the plain
They had descended, then the sons-in-law
Of Priam, and his sons, to Troy return’d.
Nor they, now traversing the plain, the note
Escaped of Jove the Thunderer; he beheld420
Compassionate the venerable King,
And thus his own son Mercury bespake.
Mercury! (for above all others thou
Delightest to associate with mankind
Familiar, whom thou wilt winning with ease425
To converse free) go thou, and so conduct
Priam into the Grecian camp, that none
Of all the numerous Danaï may see
Or mark him, till he reach Achilles’ tent.
He spake, nor the ambassador of heaven430
The Argicide delay’d, but bound in haste
His undecaying sandals to his feet,
Golden, divine, which waft him o’er the floods
Swift as the wind, and o’er the boundless earth.
He took his rod with which he charms to sleep435
All eyes, and theirs who sleep opens again.
Arm’d with that rod, forth flew the Argicide.
At Ilium and the Hellespontic shores
Arriving sudden, a king’s son he seem’d,
Now clothing first his ruddy cheek with down,440
Which is youth’s loveliest season; so disguised,
His progress he began. They now (the tomb
Magnificent of Ilus past) beside
The river stay’d the mules and steeds to drink,
For twilight dimm’d the fields. Idæus first445
Perceived him near, and Priam thus bespake.