They make, each of them, very moving and pressing speeches, but are rejected with roughness by Achilles, who notwithstanding retains Phoenix in his tent.

The ambassadors return unsuccessfully to the camp, and the troops betake themselves to sleep.
This book, and the next following, take up the space of one night, which is the twenty-seventh from the beginning of the poem.

The scene lies on the sea-shore, the station of the Grecian ships.
Thus joyful Troy maintain'd the watch of night; While fear, pale comrade of inglorious flight,( 199) And heaven-bred horror, on the Grecian part, Sat on each face, and sadden'd every heart.
As from its cloudy dungeon issuing forth, A double tempest of the west and north Swells o'er the sea, from Thracia's frozen shore, Heaps waves on waves, and bids the AEgean roar: This way and that the boiling deeps are toss'd: Such various passions urged the troubled host, Great Agamemnon grieved above the rest; Superior sorrows swell'd his royal breast; Himself his orders to the heralds bears, To bid to council all the Grecian peers, But bid in whispers: these surround their chief, In solemn sadness and majestic grief.
The king amidst the mournful circle rose: Down his wan cheek a briny torrent flows.
So silent fountains, from a rock's tall head, In sable streams soft-trickling waters shed.
With more than vulgar grief he stood oppress'd; Words, mix'd with sighs, thus bursting from his breast: "Ye sons of Greece! partake your leader's care; Fellows in arms and princes of the war! Of partial Jove too justly we complain, And heavenly oracles believed in vain.
A safe return was promised to our toils, With conquest honour'd and enrich'd with spoils: Now shameful flight alone can save the host; Our wealth, our people, and our glory lost.
So Jove decrees, almighty lord of all! Jove, at whose nod whole empires rise or fall, Who shakes the feeble props of human trust, And towers and armies humbles to the dust.
Haste then, for ever quit these fatal fields, Haste to the joys our native country yields; Spread all your canvas, all your oars employ, Nor hope the fall of heaven-defended Troy." He said: deep silence held the Grecian band; Silent, unmov'd in dire dismay they stand; A pensive scene! till Tydeus' warlike son Roll'd on the king his eyes, and thus begun: "When kings advise us to renounce our fame, First let him speak who first has suffer'd shame.
If I oppose thee, prince! thy wrath withhold, The laws of council bid my tongue be bold.
Thou first, and thou alone, in fields of fight, Durst brand my courage, and defame my might: Nor from a friend the unkind reproach appear'd, The Greeks stood witness, all our army heard.
The gods, O chief! from whom our honours spring, The gods have made thee but by halves a king: They gave thee sceptres, and a wide command; They gave dominion o'er the seas and land; The noblest power that might the world control They gave thee not--a brave and virtuous soul.
Is this a general's voice, that would suggest Fears like his own to every Grecian breast?
Confiding in our want of worth, he stands; And if we fly, 'tis what our king commands.
Go thou, inglorious! from the embattled plain; Ships thou hast store, and nearest to the main; A noble care the Grecians shall employ, To combat, conquer, and extirpate Troy.
Here Greece shall stay; or, if all Greece retire, Myself shall stay, till Troy or I expire; Myself, and Sthenelus, will fight for fame; God bade us fight, and 'twas with God we came." He ceased; the Greeks loud acclamations raise, And voice to voice resounds Tydides' praise.
Wise Nestor then his reverend figure rear'd; He spoke: the host in still attention heard:( 200) "O truly great! in whom the gods have join'd Such strength of body with such force of mind: In conduct, as in courage, you excel, Still first to act what you advise so well.
These wholesome counsels which thy wisdom moves, Applauding Greece with common voice approves.
Kings thou canst blame; a bold but prudent youth: And blame even kings with praise, because with truth.
And yet those years that since thy birth have run Would hardly style thee Nestor's youngest son.
Then let me add what yet remains behind, A thought unfinish'd in that generous mind; Age bids me speak! nor shall the advice I bring Distaste the people, or offend the king: "Cursed is the man, and void of law and right, Unworthy property, unworthy light, Unfit for public rule, or private care, That wretch, that monster, who delights in war; Whose lust is murder, and whose horrid joy, To tear his country, and his kind destroy! This night, refresh and fortify thy train; Between the trench and wall let guards remain: Be that the duty of the young and bold; But thou, O king, to council call the old; Great is thy sway, and weighty are thy cares; Thy high commands must spirit all our wars.
With Thracian wines recruit thy honour'd guests, For happy counsels flow from sober feasts.
Wise, weighty counsels aid a state distress'd, And such a monarch as can choose the best.
See what a blaze from hostile tents aspires, How near our fleet approach the Trojan fires! Who can, unmoved, behold the dreadful light?
What eye beholds them, and can close to-night?
This dreadful interval determines all; To-morrow, Troy must flame, or Greece must fall." Thus spoke the hoary sage: the rest obey; Swift through the gates the guards direct their way.
His son was first to pass the lofty mound, The generous Thrasymed, in arms renown'd: Next him, Ascalaphus, Ialmen, stood, The double offspring of the warrior-god: Deipyrus, Aphareus, Merion join, And Lycomed of Creon's noble line.
Seven were the leaders of the nightly bands, And each bold chief a hundred spears commands.
The fires they light, to short repasts they fall, Some line the trench, and others man the wall.
The king of men, on public counsels bent, Convened the princes in his ample tent, Each seized a portion of the kingly feast, But stay'd his hand when thirst and hunger ceased.
Then Nestor spoke, for wisdom long approved, And slowly rising, thus the council moved.
"Monarch of nations! whose superior sway Assembled states, and lords of earth obey, The laws and sceptres to thy hand are given, And millions own the care of thee and Heaven.
O king! the counsels of my age attend; With thee my cares begin, with thee must end.
Thee, prince! it fits alike to speak and hear, Pronounce with judgment, with regard give ear, To see no wholesome motion be withstood, And ratify the best for public good.
Nor, though a meaner give advice, repine, But follow it, and make the wisdom thine.
Hear then a thought, not now conceived in haste, At once my present judgment and my past.
When from Pelides' tent you forced the maid, I first opposed, and faithful, durst dissuade; But bold of soul, when headlong fury fired, You wronged the man, by men and gods admired: Now seek some means his fatal wrath to end, With prayers to move him, or with gifts to bend." To whom the king.

"With justice hast thou shown A prince's faults, and I with reason own.
That happy man, whom Jove still honours most, Is more than armies, and himself a host.
Bless'd in his love, this wondrous hero stands; Heaven fights his war, and humbles all our bands.
Fain would my heart, which err'd through frantic rage, The wrathful chief and angry gods assuage.
If gifts immense his mighty soul can bow,( 201) Hear, all ye Greeks, and witness what I vow.
Ten weighty talents of the purest gold, And twice ten vases of refulgent mould: Seven sacred tripods, whose unsullied frame Yet knows no office, nor has felt the flame; Twelve steeds unmatch'd in fleetness and in force, And still victorious in the dusty course; (Rich were the man whose ample stores exceed The prizes purchased by their winged speed;) Seven lovely captives of the Lesbian line, Skill'd in each art, unmatch'd in form divine, The same I chose for more than vulgar charms, When Lesbos sank beneath the hero's arms: All these, to buy his friendship, shall be paid, And join'd with these the long-contested maid; With all her charms, Briseis I resign, And solemn swear those charms were never mine; Untouch'd she stay'd, uninjured she removes, Pure from my arms, and guiltless of my loves,( 202) These instant shall be his; and if the powers Give to our arms proud Ilion's hostile towers, Then shall he store (when Greece the spoil divides) With gold and brass his loaded navy's sides: Besides, full twenty nymphs of Trojan race With copious love shall crown his warm embrace, Such as himself will choose; who yield to none, Or yield to Helen's heavenly charms alone.
Yet hear me further: when our wars are o'er, If safe we land on Argos' fruitful shore, There shall he live my son, our honours share, And with Orestes' self divide my care.
Yet more--three daughters in my court are bred, And each well worthy of a royal bed; Laodice and Iphigenia fair,( 203) And bright Chrysothemis with golden hair; Her let him choose whom most his eyes approve, I ask no presents, no reward for love: Myself will give the dower; so vast a store As never father gave a child before.
Seven ample cities shall confess his sway, Him Enope, and Pherae him obey, Cardamyle with ample turrets crown'd, And sacred Pedasus for vines renown'd; AEpea fair, the pastures Hira yields, And rich Antheia with her flowery fields:( 204) The whole extent to Pylos' sandy plain, Along the verdant margin of the main There heifers graze, and labouring oxen toil; Bold are the men, and generous is the soil; There shall he reign, with power and justice crown'd, And rule the tributary realms around.
All this I give, his vengeance to control, And sure all this may move his mighty soul.
Pluto, the grisly god, who never spares, Who feels no mercy, and who hears no prayers, Lives dark and dreadful in deep hell's abodes, And mortals hate him, as the worst of gods Great though he be, it fits him to obey, Since more than his my years, and more my sway." [Illustration: PLUTO.] PLUTO.
The monarch thus.

The reverend Nestor then: "Great Agamemnon! glorious king of men! Such are thy offers as a prince may take, And such as fits a generous king to make.
Let chosen delegates this hour be sent (Myself will name them) to Pelides' tent.
Let Phoenix lead, revered for hoary age, Great Ajax next, and Ithacus the sage.
Yet more to sanctify the word you send, Let Hodius and Eurybates attend.
Now pray to Jove to grant what Greece demands; Pray in deep silence,( 205) and with purest hands."(206) [Illustration: THE EMBASSY TO ACHILLES.] THE EMBASSY TO ACHILLES.
He said; and all approved.