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Homer, his Odysses translated, adorn'd with sculpture, and illustrated with annotations by John Ogilby, Esq. ...
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1665.
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HOMERS ODYSSES. (Book 19)

THE NINETEENTH BOOK. (Book 19)

THE ARGUMENT.
Ulysses and his Son convey forth all The Arms and Spears that were about the Hall. The Queen descends, Her Husband entertains, Not knows him: He a woful Story fains. Euryclea bathes his Feet: His Antient Maid, Knows her Old Master by a Scar He had.
BUT still within the Hall Ʋlysses sat, Plotting with Pallas the proud Su••ors Fate: Who thus spake to his Son; It will behove, That all these Arms we from the Hall remove, And carry in; And if why so they ask, That we the better may our business mask, Tell Them th' are taken down, because the Dust, And Smoke, their brightness with a sulein rust

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Hath much impeach'd, not like the same they were Ʋlysses had, sailing for Troy, left there: Or say a Revelation from the Gods You had, if they by chance should fall at Ods, With Wine distemper'd, and turn Nuptial Rites To bloody Banquets,(a) 1.1 itch of steel invites. Telemachus these his Commands obey'd, For Euryclea calling next, thus said;
In their Apartments, Nurse, the Women shut, Till the King's arms I in my Closet put: Soil'd th' are with smoke, which I a careless Boy, Left hanging here, e're since he went to Troy. When Euryclea thus to him begun;
Ah! would thou had'st that prudence of a Son, Who in his Fathers absence being th' Heir, Should of all Houshould-businesses take care. But when I'm gon, who, lights you out and in, When not a Female-waiter must be seen?
Telemachus then said; This Stranger shall, I'll have no idle Persons haunt my Hall: Whoe'r eats here shall work, be what he may. His Orders she did punctually obey, And first, to shut the Gates she had a care, Whilst in, Ʋlysses and his Off-spring bare Helmets, and Shields, and Lances, whom before Pallas in gold a blazing Taper bore. Telemachus then to his Father said;
Prodigious beams, oh, Sir! my Eys invade: The Walls, the Seats, the Beams, and Pillars shine, As if they were a fire, some Pow'r Divine Hath left those Seats, where they in Heaven reside. When to his Son Ʋlysses thus reply'd;
Be not inquisitive, nor more enquire, This oft do they who plant Olympus spire.

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Go thou and sleep, but here I shall remain, That I thy Mother, and her Female Train, May questions ask; she grievs and nothing knows. This said, Telemachus went to his Repose, Where he in Morpheus golden Fetters lay, And soundly slept untill the blessed Day:
But in the Hall the King with Pallas staid, To finish up the Plot which they had laid. When the fair Queen down from her Chamber came, Like bright (b) Diana or the(b) 1.2 Cyprian Dame, Against the Fire her Chair of state they plac'd, Which Ismarus with Gold, and Ivory grac'd, And straight a Foot-stool for her they brought in, Which soon they cover'd with a dapled Skin; There sat the fair Penelope in state, And all her Damsels round about her wait. A Table spreading they with Manchet store, And Cups, in which proud Sutors drank before: This a Fire kindles, That laies on more Wood, Which in a Pilemight light, and warm the blood: When thus Melantho at Ʋlysses flew;
Stay'st Thou still here to see what Women do, And us thus in our Privacies molest? Sirrah, be gon, and quickly too, y' are best, Or we with Fire-brands shall your Pasport seal: Then thus Ʋlysses frowning, on her fell; Why dost Thou me so spightfully thus taunt, Minx, is't because I better Garments want? I poor, crave Alms of those that best can spare, And many such poor Wanderers there are: I once had Riches, and a fair Aboad, A part of which, oft I on those bestow'd That wanted; Many Servants I employ'd, What stiles men Rich, and Happy, I enjoy'd:

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But Jove was pleas'd my state to ruin quite, Therefore take heed to exercise such spight, And make of others Poverty a sport, Who brave now 'mongst the Maids of Honour art. You may be out that now in Favour are, The King may come, of whom we not despair, But should he not, and if no hope we had, He hath a Son, who, by Apollos aid, Will suffer no such Giglets in his Court, To make of woful Pilgrims thus a sport. Penelope observing what they said, Thus in rough Language rattl'd up her Maid;
Audacious Drab, how in my Presence dar'st, Thou speak such words; nor a poor stranger spar'st? On your own head the Plot may fall, you lay, Know'st Thou not well, didst Thou not hear me say, From him I hop'd Intelligence to have Of my dear Lord, would sorrow give me leave? Then to Eurynome thus spake the Queen;
Bring a Chair hither cover'd with a Skin, That I what he can better tell, may hear; For Him I'll sift, and question very neer. She straight obeys the Orders of the Queen, Brought a high Chair, and cover'd with a Skin. Ʋlysses there sat down, his Reverence made, To whom Penelope thus mildly said;
Sir, first be pleas'd to tell me who you are, Your Nation, Town, and Parentage declare.
Then he reply'd; Not any You can blame, The World your Honour knows, the Stars your Fame; Like a Just King, who fearing Joves Commands, Maintains in happy Union many Lands; Where several Grains they in deep Furrows throw, Whose Fruit on Trees beyond Abundance grow,

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Pregnant his breed, Fishes the Sea afford, His people both with Wealth, and Vertues stor'd. Therefore, best Madam, ask not who I am, Nor who my Parentage, nor whence I came, Lest my own sorrows me too deeply touch, Recounting to you, I have suffer'd much: In a strange House it fits not to be sad, And to weep alwaies, and lament, as bad: Some of your Maids may take offence, or you, Saying the Maudlin, Wine with Tears can brew. Then thus Penelope to him reply'd;
The Gods my Parts and Beauty then destroy'd, When first the Greeks 'gainst Troy an Army sent, And with them my dear Lord Ʋlysses went. Should He return to rule this Life of mine, My Fame would grow, and more my beauty shine: But now in Tears, time, and my self I spend, And my Misfortunes follow without end; Whoe'r Dulichium, or(c) 1.3 Same sway, Woody Zacynthus, or rough Ithaca, Court me and vex my House, that no regard I Strangers give, nor who attend, reward, Nor means Petitioners to answer find, Still troubl'd for Ʋlysses in my mind. Them, hasting Nuptials, still I did deceive; And by some Godinspir'd, obtained leave, E're any of the Sutors I espouse, A curious Web to finish in my House. My Princely Sutors, thus to them I said; Since you suppose my dearest Lord is dead, Delay our Marriage till that we have don Laertes Herse-cloath which I late begun, Lest I incur some Grecian Ladies Hate, Without, t' interr one of so great Estate.

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Thus I the hauty Sutors did persuade, By Night unrav'ling what by Day I made. Three years I mock'd their Hopes, and held them on; But when the fourth with finish'd months begun, My careless Women let them in, they chide, So I must finish what I could not hide. Now no means left dire Nuptials to avoyd, No Counsel, neither Friend to be employ'd. My Parents, they, forsooth, still put me on, And wasted state of my displeased Son Now grown a Man, fitting to rule his House, Whose Cause I hope Jove will himself espouse.
But pray Sir, tell me who you are, and Stock? Y' are not descended from an Oak, or Rock. Then thus Ʋlysses civilly replies,
O Thou the Spouse of Laertiades, No more me of my Stock, and Parents ask, Though you on me impose so hard a Task, To reckon up those sorrows fell so thick, They like my Tears would pose Arithmetick: I shall declare who have so long been hurl'd, Bandied in sufferings round about the World,
Crete a fair Isle, guirt with the Ocean round, Well planted, and with(d) 1.4 Ninety Cities crown'd, Greeks,(e) 1.5 Eteocrets, and Cydones there commix'd The(f) 1.6 triple Dorians, and Pelasgians fix'd, Gnossos the greatest City of that Land, Where Minos nine years Joves great Favourite reign'd, He bold Deucalion, and Deucalion me, And King Idomeneus got, but He In the Armado that the Grecians sent Against the Trojans, with Atrides went, Idomeneus Younger Brother am, I, whom you see thus poor, Aethon my Name:

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There I Ʋlysses saw, and Him did treat, He forc'd by adverse Winds, put in for Crete, Sailing for Troy, bruis'd by rough(g) 1.7 Malean Waves, He in(h) 1.8 Amnissus neer Lucinas Caves Anchor'd, and hardly scap'd with Tempests tir'd, And for Idomeneus straight enquir'd; He said he knew him well, did much esteem. Ten days on this account I treated him With whatsoe'r my Palace could afford: Th' eleventh, He with his Followers went Aboard, Whom I with Corn, and Wine, and Beef supply'd. There in the Bay twelve days Wind-bound they ride, So loud rough Boreas blew, they could not stand, Neither to Sea, nor yet recover Land, Kept by displeasure of some angry God, The thirteenth day, calm, they forsake the Road.
Thus like the Truth, he fains a handsom Tale, At which she faints, and weeps, grows wan and pale, Melting like Snow upon the lofty Hills, Which milder Wind sends down in pettie Rills, Whose muster'd Waves, Rivers to Oceans swell; So from her Cheeks a briny Deluge fell, For her Lord weeping; fitting by her side, And pitying her he equal sorrow vy'd; But kept his bright Eys drie, like horn, or Steel, Though he within did like Compassion feel. When she had wept enough, and dri'd her Eys, Blubber'd with briny tears, she thus replies;
Pray Sir, be pleas'd I may some questions ask, Which call'd to mind, will be an easie Task. You in your House, you say, my Lord did Feast: What Habit had he on, what fashion'd Vest? Such things I long to know: what kind of Man, And who those were that him attended on?

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Then he reply'd; Madam, 'tis hard to tell These Niceties, and to remember well, Now twenty years being past, since Crete he left; But I, well as I can, shall make a shift. Ʋlysses then had on a purple Vest, With Loops and golden Buttons neatly drest; Before he had within a(i) 1.9 Landskip drawn, A Hound, who greedy, seiz'd a trembling Faun. The curious work Spectators all admire, The Dog and Hind both wrought in golden wire: He seem'd to hold fast by the Throat his Prey, The other panting, strove to get away. What he wore under shew'd so fine and thin, As a drie Onyons perspicable Skin, So soft, it like the Sun shot golden Beams, Admired much by our most skilful Dames. But, Madam, pray this Caution take before, I cannot say that here such Cloaths he wore, Or that some Friend, or Stranger, did present The wondrous Habit, when to Sea he went: For many did Ʋlysses much esteem, Since few of all the Greeks resembled him. I Him presented with a curious Sword, And purple Vest, and sent them both aboard. The Herald that Ʋlysses Ushered, Was somewhat older, more his shoulders spread, More swarthy his Complexion, curl'd his Hair. More of Ʋlysses honour'd then all there That follow'd him, his Parts kept up his Fame, And as I take't Eurybates his Name. When this exact Description she had heard, A-fresh she weeping, thus Her self declar'd;
You in sad plight were, when you did attend For Alms here, but be now my honour'd Friend.

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That Vest I him presented, which thou say'st, He then had on, with golden Buttons grac'd. But him alas I shall behold no more, Nor he e're see his House, and Native Shore; Who went to Troy, enforc'd by cruel Fate, That cursed Town, whose very Name I hate. To her, Ʋlysses comforting, replies;
Thou the fair Spouse of Laertiades, Preserve thy Beauty, nor thy bright Eys blind With blubbering Tears, I am not of your mind, But any would her former Lord deplore, Whom young she married, t'whom she Children bore: But you much more, for your dear Husband, may Lament, for he was like a God, they say. But cease from Grief a while, and list to me, I am plain Tell-Troth, and shall be as free, Me an assured Information gives, Ʋlysses now hard by the Thesprots lives, 'Mongst wealthy People, ready Home to sail With store of Wealth, and Goods of great avail; But all his Friends, and his stout ship were lost, Swallow'd in Waves, neer the(k) 1.10 Trinacrian Coast. For angry Jove and Sol them in the sound, For slaughtering of his sacred Cattel, drown'd, He on his Keel reach'd the Pheacian Shore, Where him they all did like a God adore: Rich Gifts they gave him, would have sent him home In safety, who before this might have come; But what seems profitable t'him, seems fit, By Travelling a great Estate to get: None knows more then Ʋlysses, now alive, Nor will with him in usefull Science strive. This Phidon, Thesprots King, to me declar'd; He swore his Ship was rigg'd, his men prepar'd,

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That soon would set him on his Native shore: But me he sent in a stout ship before, Bound for Dulichium: and there your Lord Shew'd me a mass of Riches, such a Hoard, Which would ten ages his whole charge defray, Which safe then in that Kings Exchequer lay. He to the sacred Oak in Dodons Grove Went to consult the Oracles of Jove, Whether he should to his desired Home, Private, or like himself, in Publick come. So he's in safety, and will soon be here, Which, if you make a question of, I'll swear By Jove, the best, and greatest of the Gods, E're long he shall behold his own Aboads, Where I a stranger find your Charitie: What I averr, effected straight shall be. Ʋlysses here shall land within a Year, Nay, in a Month, or little more, be here. Then straight Penelope this Answer made;
Ah! would thou could'st make good what thou hast, said, With friendship I, and bounty would my part So act, that all should say thou happy art: But as my mind misgives, even so I fear, I never shall behold Ʋlysses here, Nor thou get Home; these Rulers fit not thee, Not like my Lord, if any such there be, That would each Stranger courteously receive, And hardly to depart would grant him leave: When he had bath'd, hee'd shew him to his Bed, Cause Rugs, and softer Blankets ore him spread, That warm, He might repose till the approach Of bright Aurora in her golden Coach; And in the Morning wash'd, and would anoint, And him to sit with his own Son appoint.

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Him whosoe'r did use with Disrespect, Be what he would, He sure was to be check'd. How could you know I other Dames excel In ord'ring House-affairs, in ruling well, If meanly cloathed with them thou should'st sit? Mans life is short, and if not, should be sweet. But those who cruel after Rapine thirst, They live to hear themselves by all men curst, And after Death have Maledictions store: But those who charitable help the poor, Strangers shall through the World their Fame resound, And be for Liberality renown'd. Then thus Ʋlysses to his Queen replies;
O thou the spouse of Laertiades, I warmer Rugs, and Blankets thought unfit, Since I set sail from snow-crown'd Hills of Crete, Brushing with plyant Oars the briny wave, I like such Lodgings as I us'd to have: Many long Nights in Cottages I lay, Expecting Comforts of the blessed Day; I cleansing, nor refreshing Baths think fit, Nor any of your Maids should touch my Feet, Unless one Old, who woes like mine hath felt, And Fortune with her as unkindly dealt: That she should wash my Feet; I could abide. Then to Ʋlysses thus the Queen reply'd;
You have, dear Sir, so well your self exprest, That I ne'r entertain'd a worthier Guest, That better spoke, or more discretion had; I have a Prudent, and an Antient Maid, Which at his Birth my poor Ʋlysses first From's Mother took, and diligently nurs'd.
Go, Euryclea, and the Pilgrim bath, Who Feet, and Hands, so like my Husband hath,

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And may with him contemporary be, They soon look Old who suffer misery. This said, th' Old Nurse, whilst Tears in rivulets ran, Which she conceal'd, this woful speech began;
Oh my dear Son! oh cruel Jove that dost Declare thy self 'gainst pious men and just; For none so oft as he the brawny Thighs Of Beevs, and Goats, to thee did sacrifice, Imploring that his(l) 1.11 Glass might longer run, That he grown Old, might breed his hopeful Son, But now there's little hope of his Return: So such proud Giglets made of him a scorn, When to their House he did for Alms resort, As now these Minxes make of thee a sport. Who to avoid these scoffs, and grosser Wit, Not suffer'd them, but me, to wash your Feet, Which me the Queen commanding, I obey, For your own sake, as for Penelope, Since something I 'mongst troubled motions call To mind, I know not what, but out it shall: Here many woful Travellers have been, But none so like Ʋlysses have I seen: Such a shap'd Body, Voice, and Feet he had. When thus Ʋlysses to th' Old Woman said;
Madam, they say, who ever saw us two; W' are strangly like, so fancy just as you. This said, th' Old Woman straight did Water heat, He neer the Hearth, turn'd from the light his Feet; For suddainly it came into his mind, That she the scar above his Knee might find. His doubts prov'd true, she spy'd it, long before Made on Parnassus by a salvage Boar, When he t' Autolychus, his Grand-sire, came, Who bore for Cheats, and slight of Hand the Name,

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Hermes his Patron gave Him special Gifts, That he out-did the World at cunning Shifts. Because so often he the brawny Thighs Of Lambs and Goats to him did sacrifice. Coming to Ithaca, his Daughter there He found deliver'd of a hopeful Heir. Euryclea set the Babe upon her Knee, Noble Autolycus,(m) 1.12 name the Child, said she, Hinting that he's of thy renowned Race: When thus Autolycus to the Parents saies;
Dear Son and Daughter, I shall give the Name: Who hither, hated by so many, came, Ʋlysses call him, and when fit to come, Send Him to me, and my Relations, Home. Where I shall many Gifts the Youth present, Then send him back to you with all Content. He went, expecting Gifts of great esteem, Autolycus and his Son's receiving Him With greatest Kindness that can be exprest, But more his Grand-mother then all the rest, Old Amphithea him in strict embrace, His fair Eys kiss'd, his Head, his Brows, and Face. Autolycus his Sons then whispering, bid A Feast prepare, which with all speed they did: And first an Ox of five years old they got, Whom straight they flea, and then in quarters cut: Then the divided joynts on Spits they fix'd. And rosted well, they drew, and serv'd up next. Thus sat they feasting till the Sun did set, Nought wanting that could make a noble Treat: Grown late, each went unto his own Repose. But when the rosie-finger'd Morn arose, Autolycus Sons straight forth a Hunting go, Their Dogs with them, and Young Ʋlysses too.

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And soon wood-cloath'd Parnassus crown they scale, There found a Flat, cool'd with a briezing gale, When the Sun, rising from the gentle Main, Tinsel'd the Meads, and tip'd the blushing Grain, They in the bottom were, before them went Their well-nos'd Dogs, who follow'd close the scent. Autolycus sons with young Ʋlysses were, In their strong Hand each brandishing a Spear. Here in a thicket lay a huge Boar, where No winds could penetrat, nor piercing air, Nor could the Sun shoot through one radiant Beam, Nor Show'rs that fall in Deluges extream. So built it was and roof'd all ore with Leavs: The noyse of Dogs, and Hunters he receives, As they drew night, and scorning to retire, Draws forth all brissled, and his Eys like fire. Ʋlysses first against him did advance, And stoutly charg'd the Monster with his Lance: But the Boar gaunch'd Him with a cruel Gash Above the Knee, and tore away the Flesh, But miss'd the Bone, whilst him Ʋlysses paid, And his sharp point ran through his Shoulder blade: Down falls the Beast extended on the Ground. Autolycus Sons straight drest Ʋlysses Wound, And binding with a(n) 1.13 Charm, the bleeding stay'd, Thence to their Fathers Palace hast they made. Autolycus and his Sons there curing Him, Dismist with many Gifts of great esteem: And he to Ithaca well pleas'd did come, His Parents glad to see Him safe at Home, Him many questions ask'd, and how he had Receiv'd that Scar, them this account he made; How on(o) 1.14 Parnassus him a Boar had gaunch'd, And how the blood his Cosen-Germans staunch'd,

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Wiping his legs. This th' Old Woman found, And letting fall, the Chargers sides resound, Down drops she backward, and the liquor sheds, Sorrow and Joy at once her Breast invades, Her Eys brimful of Tears, she could not speak, At last, from troubled thoughts thus forth did break;
Thou art Ʋlysses sure, that Prince I Nurs'd, And though I bath my King, knew not at first. This said, she turn'd to th' Queen, and did prepare To tell her that her dearest Lord was there: But her the Queen not in this posture spies, Pallas on other Objects cast her Eys: Whilst on her Throat her hand Ʋlysses lay'd, And thus, her drawing neerer to him, said;
Dear Nurse, why will you ruin me, who bred Me with such care, and at your Nipple fed? Who through a World of Miseries and Toyl, The twentieth year, have reach'd my Native soil: But what Thou know'st, what God puts in thy Heart, There lock up, nor to any one impart: For this I'll promise, and it shall be don, If the proud Sutors are by me ore-thrown, Although my Nurse, thy Life I shall not spare, But thou shalt like these flouting Giglets fare. Then Euryclea thus her self declar'd;
How scap'd these words thy Teeth, that Ivory gard? You know my Constancy and Courage well, My Bosom firm as Rock, my Heart as Steel, But I'll inform what's fit for you to know, If Jove so please the Sutors you ore-throw: I'll point out all those Harlots in your Court, That you dishonour, making Crimes their sport.
Then he reply'd; Nurse, who they are ne'r tell, That pains I'll spare thee, them I know too well,

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And all their Characters; Pray silent be, And the whole business leave to Fate and Me. This said, a Laver to the Hall she bore, For all the Liquor she had spilt before. When with pure Oyl she suppled had his Feet, Ʋlysses to the Fire then drew his Seat, And ore the Cicatrice his Garment spread: When thus Penelope to her Husband said;
I here in talk, Sir, longer you would keep, But now the time draws nigh indulging sleep, Which should to wasting Sorrow give relief, But my sad Fortune aggravates fresh Grief. All day my flowing Tears scarce find an ebb, Viewing my Servants how they ply their Web. But when Night comes, and all the House at rest, A thousand Sorrows sting my troubled Breast. As when(p) 1.15 Pandareus Daughter in the Spring, Perch'd 'mongst thick branches, doleful notes doth sing, Her Son lamenting Itylus in vain, (q) 1.16 Zethus fair Off-spring, in her fury flain. So I with wand'ring thoughts perplexed am, Should I my Husbands Bed, and my own Fame, My Son's Estate, Servants, and House, preserve; Or wed some Prince, who best might me deserve, And with a wealthy Joynter me endow. My Son whil'st under age would not allow That I should wed, and leave him here alone; But now a man, he prays me to be gon: And much incens'd, rather desires my Room, Because my Sutors his Estate consume. Sir, you have skill in Dreams, I'll mine repeat, I twenty Geese picking up Corns of Wheat, With pleasure look'd upon, when from the Hill A mighty Eagle with a dreadful bill

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Upon them falling, the whole Flock there slew, Breaking their Necks, but he thence mounting, flew. I in my sleep much griev'd, did weeping lie, And many Women more as well as I, Because the Eagle had so many slain: But he sat perching on the House again, And with a humane Voice to me thus said;
Icarius daughter, be not so dismaid, This not a Dream, no fleeting Fancy this, But certain Truth: The Sutors are the Geese, And I that then appear'd to thee a Bird, Am now arriv'd, Ʋlysses thy dear Lord, On all thy Sutors just Revenge to take. This said, the wond'rous Dream did me forsake; But looking out my Cacklers I did see, Feeding on Corn, where they were wont to be.
Then he reply'd; Madam, there is no need To clear your Dream, himself Ʋlysses did; Who said, your Sutors by his hand should fall, Nor one escape a woful Funeral.
Then she reply'd; Dreams hard are to explain, All prove not true, but idle some, and vain: (r) 1.17 Two Gates there are of Sleep, One made of Horn; The other polish'd Ivory doth adorn, From whence vain words their flattering hopes pursue, But Visions issuing through the Horn prove true; So this sad Dream I hope may prosperous be, And joyful prove both to my Son, and me. But with one secret more Thee I'll entrust; When that unhappy Day shall come, which must Me separate from my Ʋlysses Court, I'll for my self provide a little sport; In order I'll set Axes in my Hall, Each of them hath their Annulets, twelve in all,

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With which at distance he a shaft could shoot; Now to this Tryal I'll the Sutors put: And he that best my Husbands Bow can bend, And through a dozen Rings his arrow send, Him I will marry, and forsake this House Furnish'd so well, although my former Spouse In Dreams will haunt me. Then the King reply's;
Thou the dear Spouse of Laertiades, Put off this Tryal, since the time draws neer, Madam, that your Ʋlysses will appear; Lest practising, they by experience know, As well as he, to draw your Husbands Bow.
Then spake the Queen; Here I could stay all Night, And less in sleep, then thy discourse, delight; Though woful Mortals that on Earth reside, Must Rest and Toyl alternately divide. But I'll to my Apartment now retreat, Where I with nightly Tears my Pillow wet, E're since Ʋlysses went to th' Trojan War, Whose very Name, to mention, I abhor, There I'll repose: For you we'll Carpets spread, Here on the Floor, or help you to a Bed. This said, to her Chamber straight she did ascend, Her Maids in order the fair Queen attend: There weeping for her Lord she lay, till fast In deep and pleasant Sleep her Pallas cast.

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