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Inquiring all, their wonder they confess,
By Ægypt's silver flood our ships we moor ; And eye the man, majestic in distress.
Our spies commissioni'd straight the coast explore ; While thus they gaze and question with their eyes, But, impotent of mind, with lawless will The bold Melanthius to their thought replies : The country ravage, and the natives kill. My lords! this stranger of gigantic port
The spreading clainour to their city fies, The good Eumæus usher'd to your court.
And horse and foot in mingled tumult rise : Full well I mark'd the features of his face,
The reddening dawn reveals the hostile fields, Though all unknown his clime, or noble race.” Horrid with bristly spears, and gleaning shields;
"And is this present, swineherd ! of thy hand ? Jove thunder'd on their side: our guilty head Bring'st thou these vagrants to infest the land ?” We turu'd to flight ; the gathering vengeance (Returns Antinous with retorted eye)
spread “ Objects uncoath! to check the genial joy. On all parts round, and heaps on heaps lay dead. Enough of these our court already grace,
Some few the foes in servitude detain; Of giant stomach, and of famish'd face.
Death ill-exchang'd for bondage and for pain! Such guests Eumæus to his country brings, Unhappy me a Cyprian took aboard, To share our feast, and lead the life of kings." And gave to Demetor, Cyprus' haughty lord: To whom the hospitable swain rejoind:
Hither, to 'scape his chains, my course I steer, " Thy passion, prince, belies thy knowing mind, Still curs’d by fortune, and insulted here !”. Who calls, from distant nations to his own,
To whom Antinous thus his rage express'd : The poor, distinguish'd by their wants alone? “ What god has playu'd us with this gormand Round the wide world are sought those men divine
Unless at distance, wretch! thou keep behind, Who public structures raise, or who design ; Another isle, than Cyprus more unkind; Those to whose eyes the gods their ways reveal, Another Ægypt, shalt thou quickly find. Or bless with salutary arts to heal ;
From all thou bagg'st, a bold audacious slave; But chief to poets such respect belongs,
Nor all can give so much as thou can crave. By rival nations courted for their songs;
Nor wonder I, at such profusion shown ; These states invite, and mighty kings admire, Shameless they give, who give what's not their own.". Wide as the Sun displays his vital fire.
The chief, retiring: “Souls like that in thee It is not so with want! how few that feed
Ill suit such forms of grace and dignity, A wretch unhappy, merely for his need!
Nor will that hand to utmost need afford Unjust to me and all that serve the state,
The smallest portion of a wasteful board, To love Ulysses is to raise thy hate.
Whose luxury whole patrimonies sweeps ; For me, suffice the approbation won
Yet starving want, amidst the riot, weeps. Of my great mistress, and her godlike son." The haughty suitor with resentment burns,
To him Telemachus: “ No more incense And, sourly smiling, this reply returns : The man by nature prone to insolence :
“ Take that, ere yet thou quit this princely throng: Injurious minds just answers but provoke
And dumb for ever be thy slanderous tons ue!” Then turning to Antinous, thus he spoke : He said, and high the whirling triped fung. " Thanks to thy care! whose absolute command His shoulder-blade receiv'd th' ungentle shock; Thus drives the stranger from our court and land. He stood, and mov'd not, like a marble rock; Heaven bless its owner with a better mind! But shook his thoughtful head, nor more complain'd, From envy free, to charity inclin'd.
Sedate of soul, his character sustain'd, This both Penelope and I afford :
And inly form'd revenge : then back withdrew; Then, prince ! be bounteous of Ulysses' board. Before his feet the well-fill'd scrip he threw, To give another's is thy hand so slow?
And thus with seniblance mild address'd the crew : So much more sweet, to spoil, than to bestow ?" “May what I speak your princely minds approve,
“Whence, great Telemachus! this lofty strain ?" | Ye peers and rivals in this noble love ! (Antinous cries with insolent disdain)
Not for the hurt I grieve, but for the cause. “ Portions like mine if every suitor gave,
If, when the sword our country's quarrel draws, Our walls this twelvemonth should not see the slave.” Or if, defending what is justly dear,
He spoke, and lifting high above the board From Mars impartial some broad wound we bear; His ponderous footstool, shook it at his lord. The generous motive dignifies the scar. The rest with equal hand conferr'd the bread; But for mere want, how hard to suffer wrong! He fill'd his scrip, and to the threshold sped; Want brings enough of other ills along ! But first before Antinous stopp'd and said :
Yet, if injustice never be secure, “Bestow, my friend ! thon dost not seem the worst If fiends revenge, and gods assert the poor, Of all the Greeks, but princelike and the first ; Death shall lay low the proud aggressor's head, Then, as in dignity, be first in worth,
And make the dust Antinous' bridal bed.” And I shall praise thee through the boundless earth. “ Peace, wretch! and eat thy bread without Once I enjoy'd in luxury of state
offence," Whate'er gives man the envied name of great; (The snitor cry'd) “or force shall drag thec hence. Wealth, servants, friends, were mine in better days; Scourge through the public street, and cast thee And hospitality was then my praise;
A mangled carcase for the hounds to tear." (there, In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
His furious deed the general anger mov'd, And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
All, ev'n the worst, condemn’d: and some reprov'd. But Jove, all-governing, whose only will
“ Was ever chief for wars like these renown'd? Determines fate, and mingles good with ill, Ill fits the stranger and the poor to wound. Sent me (to punish my pursuit of gain)
Unblest thy hand; if in this low disguise With roving pirates o'er th' Ægyptian main; Wander, perhaps, some inmate of the skies ;
They (curious oft of mortal actions) deign Her boundless wrongs the starry skies invade, In forms like these, to round the carth and main, And injur’d suppliants seek in vain for aid. Just and unjust recording in their mind,
Let for a space the pensive queen attend, And with sure eyes inspecting all mankind.” Nor clajin my story till the Sun descend ; Telemachus, absorpt in thought severe,
Then in such robes as suppliants may require, Nourish'd deep anguish, though he shed no tcar ; Compos'd and cheerful by the genial fire, But the dark brow of silent sorrow shook :
When loud uproar and lawless riot cease, While thus his mother to her virgins spoke : Shall her pleas'd ear receive my words in peace." “ On him and his may the bright god of day Swift to the queen returns the gentle swain : That base, inhospitable blow repay !"
"And say,” (she cries) “does fear, or shame, detain The nurse replies: “ If Jove receives my prayer, The cautious stranger? With the begging kind Not one survives to breathe to morrow's air.'' Shame suits but ill.” Eumæus thus rejoin'd:
“ All, all are foes, and mischief is their end; “ He only asks a more propitious hour, Antinous most to gloomy death a friend ," And shuns (who would not?) wicked men in power; (Replies the queen) “ the stranger begg'd their at evening mild (ineet season to confer) And melting pity soften'd every face; (grace, By turns to question, and by turns to hear." From every other hand redress he found,
" Whoe'er this guest" (the prudent queen replies) But fell Antinous answer'd with a wound." “ His every step and every thought is wise : Amidst her maids thus spoke the prudent queen, For men like these on Earth he shall not find Then bade Eumæus call the pilgrim in.
In all the miscreant race of human kind." 8! Much of th' experienc'd man I long to hear, Thus she; Eumæus all her words attends, If or his certain eye, or listening ear,
And, parting, to the suitor powers descends; Have learn'd the fortunes of my wandering lord ?” There seeks Telemachus, anrl thus apart Thus she, and good Eumæus took the word. In whispers breathes the fondness of his heart :
“ A private audience if thy grace impart, “The time, my lord, invites me to repair The stranger's words may ease thy royal heart. Hence to the lodge; my charge demands my care. His sacred eloquence in balm distils,
These sons of murder thirst thy life to take; And the sooth'd heart with secret pleasure fills. Oh guard it; guard it for thy servant's sake!” Three days have spent their beams, three nights have " Thanks to my friend,” he cries; “ but now the Their silent journey, since his tale begun, [run Of night draws on, go seek the rural bower: [hour Unfinisb’d yet! and yet I thirst to hear!
But first refresh: and at the dawn of day As when some heaven-taught poet charms the ear,
Hither a viction to the gods convey. (Suspending sorrow with celestial strain
Our life to Heaven's immortal powers we trust, Breath'd from the gods to soften huinan pain) Safe in their care, for Heaven protects the just." Time steals away with unregarded wing,
Observant of his voice, Eumæus sate And the soul hears him, though he cease to sing, And fed recumbent on a chair of state.
“ Ulysses late he saw, on Cretan ground, Then instant rose, and as he mov'd along (His father's guest) for Minos' birth renown'd. 'Twas riot all amid the suitor throng, He now but waits the wind, to waft him o'er, They feast, they dance, and raise the mirthful songs With boundless treasure, from Thesprotja's shore.” Till now, declining toward the close of day,
To this the queen : “ The wanderer let me hear, The Sun obliquely shot his dewy ray.
She spoke. Telemachus then sneez'd aloud ;
The beggar Irus insults Ulysses; the suitors pro. In duteous haste, and to Ulysses cries :
mote the quarrel, in which Irus is worsted, and " The queen invites thee, venerable guest!
miserably handled. Penelope descends, and A secret instinct moves her troubled breast,
receives the presents of the suitors. The diaOf her long absent lord from thee to gain
logue of Ulysses with Eurymachus.
hile fix'd in thought the pensive hero sate, Thy other wants her subjects shall supply.” A mendicant approach'd the royal gate;
« Fair truth alone" (tbe patient man reply'd) A surly vagrant of the giant kind, “My words shall dictate, and my lips shall guide. The stain of manhood, of a coward mind : To him, to me, one common lot was given, From feast to feast, insatiate to devour In equal woes, alas ! involv'd by Heaven.
He few, attendant on the genial hour. Much of his fates I know; but check'd by fear. Him on his mother's knees when babe he lay, I stand : the hand of violence is here :
She nam'd Arnæus on his natal day;
THE FIGHT OF ULYSSES AND TRUS.
But Irus his associates call’d the boy,
Broad spread his shoulders, and his nervous thighs Practis'd the common messenger to fly :
By just degrees, like well-turn'd columns, rise : Irus, a name expressive of th’employ.
Ample his chest, his arms are round and long, From his own roof, with meditated blows, And each strong joint Minerva knits more strong He strove to drive the man of mighty woes. (Attendant on her chief): the suitor-crowd
“ Hence, dotard, hence ! and timely speed thy way, with wonder gaze, and gazing speak aloud; Lest dragg'd in vengeance thou repent thy stay;
“ Irus! alas ! shall Irus be no more? See how with nods assent yon princely train ! Black fate impends, and this th' avenging hour!, But, honouring age, in mercy I refrain !
Gods! how his nerves a matchless strength proclaim, In peace away! lest, if persuasions fail,
Swello'er his well-strung limbs and brace his frame?" This arm with blows more eloquent prevail.”
Then, pale with fears, and sickening at the To whom, with stern regard : “Oh insolence,
sight, Indecently to rail without offence;
They dragy'd th’unwilling Irus to the fight; What bounty gives, without a rival share ; From his black visage Aed the coward blood, I ask, what harms not thee, to breathe this air : And his flesh trembled as aghast he stood. slight ! Alike on alms we both precarious live:
“Oh, that such baseness should disgrace the And canst thou envy when the great relieve? O hide it, death, in everlasting night !” know, from the bounteous Heavens all riches flow, (Exclaims Antivous) “ Can a vigorous foe And what man gives, the gods by man bestow; Meanly decline to combat age and woe? Proud as thou art, henceforth no more be proud, But hear me, wretch! if recreant in the fray, Lest 1 imprint my vengeance in thy blood; That huge bulk yield this ill-contested day : Old as I am, should once my fury burn,
Instant thou sail'st, to Echetus resign'); How would'st thou fly, nor ev'a in thought return?” A tyrant, fiercest of the tyrant kind, “ Mere woman-glutton!" (thus the churl re- Who casts thy mangled ears and nose a prey ply'd)
To hungry dogs, and lops the man away.” “ A tongue so flippant, with a throat so wide! While with indignant scorn be sternly spoke Why cease I, gods! to dash those teeth away, In every joint the trembling Irus shook ; Like some wild boar's, that, greedy of his prey, Now front to front each frowning champion stands, Uproots the bearded corn? Rise, try the fight, And poises high in air his adverse hands. Gird well thy loins, approach and feel my might: The chief yet doubts, or to the shades below Sure of defeat, before the peers engage;
To fell the giant at one vengeful blow, Unequal fight, when youth contends with age!” Or save his life; and soon his life to save
Thus in a wordy war their tongues display The king resolves, for mercy sways the brave. More fierce intents, preluding to the fray ; That instant Irus bis huge arm extends, Antinous hears, and, in a jovial vein,
Full on the shoulder the rude weight descends; Thus with loud laughter to the suitor-train : The sage Ulysses, fearful to disclose
“This happy day in mirth, my friends, einploy, The hero latent in the man of woes, And, lo! the gods conspire to crown our joy. Check'd half his might ; yet rising to the stroke, See ready for the fight, and hand to hand, His jaw-bone dash'd, the crashing jaw-bone broke; Yon surly mendicants contentious stand ;
Down drupp'd he stupid from the stunning wound; Whyurge we not to blows ?" Well pleas'd they spring His feet, extended, quivering beat the ground; Swift from their seats, and thickening form a ring. His mouth and nostrils spout a purple flood :
To whom Antinous: “Lo! enrich'd with blood, His teeth, all shatter'd, rush immix'd with blood. A kid's well-fatted entrails (tasteful food)
The peers transported, as outstretch'd he lies, On glowing embers lie; on hinn bestow
With bui of laughter rend the vaulted skies ! The choicest portion who subdues bis foe;
Then dragg'd along, all bleeding from the wound, Grant him unrivall’d in these walls to stay, His length of carcase trailing prints the ground; The sole attendant on the genial day"
Rais'd on his feet, again he reels, he falls, The lords applaud : l’lysses then with art, Till propp'd, reclining on the palace walls : And fears well-feign’d, disguis'd bis dauntless heart : Then to his hand a staff the victor gave,
“ Worn as I am with age, decay'd with woe, And thus with just reproach address'd the slave: Say, is it baseness to decline the foe?
“ There, terrible, affright the dogs, and reign Hard confiiet! when calamity and age
A dreaded tyrant o'er the beastial train ! With vigorous youth, unknown to cares, engage ! But mercy to the poor and stranger show, Yet, fearful of disgrace, to try the day
Lest Heaven in vengeance send some mightier woe.” Imperious hunger bids, and I obey ;
Scornful he spoke, and o'er his shoulder flung But swear, impartial arbiters of right,
The broad-patch'd scrip; the scrip in tatters hung Swear to stand neuter, while we cope in fight.” Ill-join'd, and knotted to a twisted throng.
The perrs assent: when straight his sacred head Then, turning short, disdain'd a furth r stay;. Telemachus uprais'd, and sternly said :
But to the palace measur'd back the way. “Stranger, if prompted to chastise the wrong 'here as he rested, gathering in a ring Of this bold insolent; confide, be strong! The peers with smiles address'd their unknown king: Th' injurious Greek, that dares attempt a blow, “Stranger, may Jove and all th' aerial powers, That instant makes Telemachus his foe;
With every blessing crown thy happy hours ! And these my friends' shall guard the sacred ties Our freedom to thy prowess'd arm we owe Of hospitality, for they are wise.”
From bold intrusion of thy coward for : Then, girding his strong loins, the king prepares Instant the flying sail the slave shall wing To close in combat, and his body bares;
To Echetus, the monster of a king."
While pleas'd be hears, Antinous bears the food, | Antingus and Eurymachus.
A kid's well-fatted entrails, rich with blood :
The bread from canisters of shining mould
The day that bore Ulysses from this coast, Amphinous; and wines that laugh in gold : Blasted the little bloom these cheeks could boast, “And, oh !” (he mildly cries) “ may Heaven display But instant bid Autonoè descend. A beam of glory o'er thy future day!
Instant Hippodame our steps attend ;
Ill suits it female virtue to be seen
To whom with thought mature the king replies: Then, while Eurynomè the mandate bears, “The tongue speaks wisely, when the soul is wise ; From Heaven Minerva shoots with guardian cares; Such was thy father; in imperial state,
O'er all her senses, as the couch she press'd,
(Immortal gifts ! to kindle soft desires)
Such Venus shines, when with a measur'd bound
The tear she wipes, and thus renews her woes: Then let not man be proud; but, firm of mind, " Howe'er 'tis well, that sleep awbile can free, Bear the best humbly, and the worst resign'd: With soft forgetfulness, a wretch like me ; Be dumb when Heaven afficts; unlike yon train Oh! were it gir'n to yield this transient breath, Of haughty spoilers, insolently vain ;
Send, O Diana, send the sleep of death : Who make their queen and all her wealth a Why must I waste a tedious life in tears, prey;
Nor bury in the silent grave my cares? But vengeance and Ulysses wing their way. O my Ulysses ! ever-honour'd name; Oh may'st thou, favour'd by some guardian power,
For I mourn, till death dissolves my fame." Far, far be distant in that deathful hour!
Thus wailing, slow and sadly she descends, For sure I am, if stern Ulysses breathe,
On either hand a damsel-train attends : These lawless riots end in blood and death." Full where the dome its shining valves expands,
Then to the gods the rosy juice he pours, Radiant before the gazing peers she stands; And the drain'd goblet to the chief restores. A vejl translucent o'er her brow display'd, Stung to the soul, o'ercast with holy dread, Her beauty seems, and only seems, to shade : He shook the graceful honours of his head; Sudden she lightens in their dazzled eyes, His boding mind the future woe forestalls; And sudden flames in every bosoin rise ; In vain! by great Telemachus he falls,
They send their eager souls with every look, For Pallas scals his doom : all sad he turns
Till silence thus th’imperial matron broke : To join the peers; resumes his throne, and mourns. ** Oh why! my son, why now no more appears
Meantime Minerva with instinctive fires That warmth of soul that urg'd thy younger ycars? Thy soul, Penelope, from Heaven inspires : Thy riper days no growing worth impart, With tattering hopes the suitors to betray, A man in stature, still a boy in heart! And seem to meet, yet fly, the bridal day: Thy well-knil frame unprofitably strong, Thy husband's wonder, and thy son's, to raise ; Speaks thee an hero from an hero sprung; And crown the mother and the wife with praise. But the just gods in vain those gifts bestow, Then, while the streaming sorrow dims her eyes, Oh wise alone in form, and brave in show! Thus with a transient smile the matron cries : Heavens! could a stranger feel oppression's hand “ Eurynomé! to go where riot reigns
Beneath thy roof, and could'st thou tunely stand? I feel an impulse, though my soul disdains; If thou the stranger's righteous cause decline, To my lov'd son the snares of death to show, His is the sufferance, but the shame is thine." And in the traitor-friend unmask the foe;
To whom, with filial awe, the prince returns : Who, smooth of tongue, in purpose insincere, “ That generous soul with just resentment burns ; Hides fraud in smiles, while death is ambush'd Yet, taught by time, my heart has learn’d to glow there."
For others' good, and melt at others' woe: “Go, warn thy son, nor be the warning yain," But, impotent these riots to repel, (Reply'd the sagest of the royal train)
I bear their outrage, though my soul rebel : * But bath'd, anointed, and adorn'd, descend; Helpless amid the snares of death I tread, Powerful of charms, bid every grace attend ; And numbers leagued in impious union dread; The tide of flowing tears a-while suppress; But now no crime is theirs : this wrong proceeds Tears but indulge the sorrow, not repress.
From Irus, and the guilty Irus bleeds. Some joy remains : to thee a son is given, Oh would to Jove; or her whose arms display Such as, in fondness, parents ask of Heaven.” The shield of Jove, or him who rules the day!
“ Ab'me! forbear," returns the queen,” forbear; That yon proud suitors, who licentious tread Oh! talk nöt, talk not of vain beauty's care
These courts, within these courts like Irus bled: No more I bathe, since he no longer secs
Whose loose head tottering, as with wine oppress'd, Those charms,' for whom alobe I wish to please. Obliquely drops, and nodding knocks his breast ;
Powerless to move, his staggering feet deny
Then to the dance they form the vocal strain, The coward wretch the privilege to fly.”
Til Hesperus leads forth the starry train; Then to the queen Eurymachus replies : And now he raises, as the day-light fades, “ Oh justly lor'd, and not more fair than wise! His golden circlet in the deepening shades : Should Greece through all her hundred states Three vases heap'd with copious fires display survey
(sway ; O'er all the palace a fictitious day; Thy finish'd charms, all Greece would own thy Prom space to space the torch wide-beaning burns, In rival crowds contest the glorious prize,
And sprightly damsels trim the rays by turns. Dispeopling realms to gaze upon thy eyes :
To whom the king : “ Il suits your sex to stay woman! loveliest of the lovely kind,
Alone with men ! ye modest maids, away? In body perfect, and complete in mind!” (shore Go, with the queen the spindle guide; or cull
“ Ah me!” returns the queen,“ when from this (The partners of her cares) the silver wool; Ulysses sail'd, then beauty was no more!
Be it my task the torches to supply, The gods decreed these eyes no more should keep Ev'n till the inorning lamp adorns the sky; Their wonted grace, but only serve to weep. Ev'n till the morning, with unwearied care, Should be return, whate'er my beauties prove, Sleepless I watch; for I have learn'd to bear." My virtues last ; my brightest charm is love. Scornful they heard: Melantho, fair and young, Now, grief, thou all art mine! the gods o'ercast (Melantho from the loins of Dolius sprung, My soul with woes, that long ! ah long must last! Who with the queen her years an infant led, Too faithfully my heart retains the day
With the soft fondness of a daughter bred)
Chietly derides: regardless of the cares
“ Oh! whither wanders thy distemper'd brain
Or flows licentious from the copious bowl? To tbem, to them transfer the love of me:
Is it that vanquish'd Irus swells thy mind? But, when my son grows man, the royal sway A foe may meet thee of a braver kind, Resign, and happy be thy bridal day!'
Who, shortening with a storm of blows thy stay, Such were his words; and Hymen now prepares
Shall send thee howling all in blood away!" To light his torch and give me ip to cares ;
To whom with frowns: “O impudent in wrong! Th' afflictive hand of wrathful Jove to bear : Thy lord shall curb that insolence of tongue; A wretch the most complete that breathes the Know, to Telemachus I tell th' offence; air !
The scourge, the scourge shall lash thee into sense.” Fall'n even below the rights to woman due!
With conscious shame they hear the stern rebuke, Careless to please, with insolence ye woo! Nor longer durst sustain the sovereign look. The generous lovers, studious to succeed,
Then to the servile task the monarch turns Bid their whole herds and focks in banquets bleed.; His royal hands; cach torch refulgent burns By precious gifts the vow sincere display:
With added day: meanwhile, in museful mood You, only you, make her ye love your prey.” Absorpt in thought, on vengeance fix'd he stood. Well-pleas'd Ulysses hears his queen deceive
And now the martial maid, by deeper wrongs The suitor train, aud raise a thirst to give : To rouse Ulysses, points the suitors tongues, False hopes she kindles, but those hopes betray, Scornful of age to taunt the virtuous man; And promise, yet elude, the bridal day.
Thoughtless and gay, Eurymachus began : While yet she speaks, the gay Antinous cries: “ Hear me" (he crics)“ confederates and friends! “ Offspring of kings, and more than woman wise ! Some god, no doubt, this stranger kindly sends ; 'Tis right; 'tis man's prerogative to give,
The shining baldness of his head survey, And custom bids thee without shame receive; It aids our torch-light and reflects the ray.--" Yet never, 'never, from thy dome we move, Then to the king that levell'd haughty Troy, Till Hymen lights the torch of spousal love." “ Say, if large hire can tempt thee to employ The peers dispatch their heralds, to convey
Those hands in work; to tend the rural trade, The gifts of love'; with speed they take the way. To dress the walk, and form th' embowering shade? A robe Antinous gives of shining dyes,
So food and raiment constant will I give : The varying hues in gay confusion rise
But idly thus thy soul prefers to live, Rich from the artist's hand! Twelve clasps of gold and starve by strolling, not by work to thrive.” Close to the lessening loins the vest infold ;
To whom incens'd : “ Should we, O prince, Down from the swelling waist the vest unbound
engage Floats in bright waves redundant o'er the ground.
In rival tasks beneath the burning rage A bracelet rich with gold, with amber
Of summer suns; were both constrain’d to wield, That shot effulgence like the solar ray,
Foodless, the scythe along the burthen'd field; Burymachus presents: and ear-rings bright, Or should we labour, while the ploughshare wounds, With triple stars, that cast a trembling light. With steers of equal strength, th' allotted grounds: Pisander bears a necklace wrought with art : Beneath my labours how thy wondering eyes And every peer, expressive of his heart,
Might see the sable field at once arise! A gift bestows: this done, the queen ascends,
Should Jove dire war unloose; with spear and shield, And slow behind her damsel-train attends. And nodding helm, I tread th' ensanguin'd field,