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Rose from the hills, all fresh arose, and to the camp retir'd.
Apollo with a fore-right wind their swelling bark inspir'd.
The top-mast hoisted, milk-white sails on his round breast they
put,
The mizens strooted with the gale, the ship her course did cut
So swiftly that the parted waves against her ribs did roar;
Which, coming to the camp, they drew aloft the sandy shore,
Where, laid on stocks, each soldier kept his quarter as before.
But Peleus' son, swift-foot Achilles, at his swift ships sate,
Burning in wrath, nor ever came to councils of estate
That make men honour'd, never trod the fierce embattled field,
But kept close, and his lov'd heart pin'd, what fight and cries
could yield
Thirsting at all parts to the host, And now, since first he told
His wrongs to Thetis, twelve fair morns their ensigns did unfold,
And then the ever-living gods mounted Olympus, Jove
First in ascension. Thetis then, remember'd well to move
Achilles' motion, rose from sea, and, by the morn's first light,
The great heav'n and Olympus climb'd; where, in supremest height
Of all that many-headed hill, she saw the far-seen son
Of Saturn, set from all the rest, in his free seat alone.
Before whom, on her own knees fall'n, the knees of Jupiter
Her left hand held, her right his chin, and thus she did prefer
Her son's petition: "Father Jove! If ever I have stood
Aidful to thee in word or work, with this imploréd good,
Requite my aid, renown my son, since in so short a race
(Past others) thou confin'st his life. An insolent disgrace
Is done him by the king of men; he forc'd from him a prise
Won with his sword. But thou, O Jove, that art most strong, most
wise,
Honour my son for my sake; add strength to the Trojans' side
By his side's weakness in his want; and see Troy amplified
In conquest, so much, and so long, till Greece may give again
The glory reft him, and the more illustrate the free reign
Of his wrong'd honour." Jove at this sate silent; not a word
In long space pass'd him. Thetis still hung on his knee, implor'd
The second time his help, and said: "Grant, or deny my suit,
Be free in what thou dost; I know, thou canst not sit thus mute
For fear of any; speak, deny, that so I may be sure,
Of all heav'n's Goddesses 'tis I, that only must endure
Dishonour by thee." Jupiter, the great cloud-gath'rer, griev'd
With thought of what a world of griefs this suit ask'd, being
achiev'd,
Swell'd, sigh'd, and answer'd: "Works of death thou urgest. O, at
this
Juno will storm, and all my pow'rs inflame with contumelies.
Ever she wrangles, charging me in ear of all the Gods
That I am partial still, that I add the displeasing odds
Of my aid to the Ilians. Begone then, lest she see;
Leave thy request to my care; yet, that trust may hearten thee
With thy desire's grant, and my pow'r to give it act approve
How vain her strife is, to thy pray'r my eminent head shall move;
Which is the great sign of my will with all th' immortal states;
Irrevocable; never fails; never without the rates
Of all pow'rs else; when my head bows, all heads bow with it still
As their first mover; and gives pow'r to any work I will."
He said; and his black eyebrows bent; above his deathless head
Th' ambrosian curls flow'd; great heav'n shook: and both were
severéd,
Their counsels broken. To the depth of Neptune's kingdom div'd
Thetis from heav'n's height; Jove arose; and all the Gods receiv'd
(All rising from their thrones) their Sire, attending to his court.
None sate when he rose, none delay'd the furnishing his port
Till he came near; all met with him, and brought him to his throne.
Nor sate great Juno ignorant, when she beheld alone
Old Nereus' silver-footed seed with Jove, that she had brought
Counsels to heav'n; and straight her tongue had teeth in it, that
wrought
This sharp invective: "Who was that (thou craftiest counsellor
Of all the Gods) that so apart some secret did implore?
Ever, apart from me, thou lov'st to counsel and decree
Things of more close trust than thou think'st are fit t' impart to
me.
Whatever thou determin'st, I must ever be denied
The knowledge of it by thy will." To her speech thus replied
The Father both of men and Gods: "Have never hope to know
My whole intentions, though my wife; it fits not, nor would show
Well to thine own thoughts; but what fits thy woman's ear to hear,
Woman, nor man, nor God, shall know before it grace thine ear.
Yet what, apart from men and Gods, I please to know, forbear
T' examine, or inquire of that." She with the cow's fair eyes,
Respected Juno, this return'd: "Austere king of the skies,
What hast thou utter'd? When did I before this time inquire,
Or sift thy counsels? Passing close you are still. Your desire
Is serv'd with such care, that I fear you can scarce vouch the deed
That makes it public, being seduc'd by this old sea-god's seed,
That could so early use her knees, embracing thine. I doubt,
The late act of thy bowéd head was for the working out
Of some boon she ask'd; that her son thy partial hand would please
With plaguing others." "Wretch!" said he, "thy subtle jealousies
Are still exploring; my designs can never 'scape thine eye,
Which yet thou never canst prevent. Thy curiosity
Makes thee less car'd for at my hands, and horrible the end
Shall make thy humour. If it be what thy suspects intend,
What then? 'Tis my free will it should; to which let way be giv'n
With silence. Curb your tongue in time; lest all the Gods in heav'n
Too few be and too weak to help thy punish'd insolence,
When my inaccessible hands shall fall on thee." The sense
Of this high threat'ning made her fear, and silent she sate down,
Humbling her great heart. All the Gods in court of Jove did frown