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Odorous, which the fishy scent subdued. All morning, patient watchers, there we lay; And now the numrous phocæ from the Deep Emerging, slept along the shore, and he At noon came also, and perceiving there His fatted monsters, through the flock his course Took regular, and summd them; with the first He numberd us, suspicion none of fraud Conceiving, then couchd also. We, at once, Loud- shouting flew on him, and in our arms Constraind him fast; nor the sea-prophet old Calld not incontinent his shifts to mind. First he became a long-maned lion grim, Then dragon, panther then, a savage boar, A limpid stream, and an oershadowing tree. We persevering held him, till at length The Antient of the Deep, skilld as he is In wiles, yet weary, questiond me, and said. Instructed liest thou in wait for me, To seize and hold me? what is thy desire? Old Seer! thou knowst; why, fraudful, shouldst thou ask? It is because I have been prisond long Within this isle, whence I have sought in vain Delivrance, till my wonted courage fails. Yet say (for the Immortals all things know) What God detains me, and my course forbids Hence to my country oer the fishy Deep? But thy plain duty was to have adored Jove, first, in sacrifice, and all the Gods, Egit adire domes That then embarking, by propitious gales Impelld, thou mightst have reachd thy country soon. For thou art doomd neer to behold again Thy friends, thy palace, or thy native shores, Till thou have seen once more the hallowd flood Of Ægypt, and with hecatombs adored Devout, the deathless tenants of the skies. Then will they speed thee whither thou desirst. Which bade me pass again the gloomy gulph To Ægypt; tedious course, and hard to atchieve! Yet, though in sorrow whelmd, I thus replied. But tell me, and the truth simply reveal; Have the Achaians with their ships arrived All safe, whom Nestor left and I, at Troy? Or of the Chiefs have any in their barks, Or in their followers arms found a dire death Unlookd for, since that citys siege we closed? Atrides, why these questions? Need is none That thou shouldst all my secrets learn, which once Reveald, thou wouldst not long dry-eyed remain. Of those no few have died, and many live; But leaders, two alone, in their return Have died (thou also hast had war to wage) And one, still living, roams the boundless sea. Him Neptune, first, against the bulky rocks The Gyræ drove, but saved him from the Deep; Nor had he perishd, hated as he was By Pallas, but for his own impious boast In frenzy utterd that he would escape The billows, even in the Gods despight. Neptune that speech vain- glorious hearing, graspd His trident, and the huge Gyræan rock Smiting indignant, dashd it half away; Part stood, and part, on which the boaster sat When, first, the brainsick fury seizd him, fell, Bearing him with it down into the gulphs Of Ocean, where he drank the brine, and died. But thy own brother in his barks escaped That fate, by Juno saved; yet when, at length, He should have gaind Maleas craggy shore, Then, by a sudden tempest caught, he flew With many a groan far oer the fishy Deep To the lands utmost point, where once his home Thyestes had, but where Thyestes son Dwelt then, Ægisthus. Easy lay his course And open thence, and, as it pleased the Gods, The shifted wind soon bore them to their home. He, high in exultation, trod the shore That gave him birth, kissd it, and, at the sight, The welcome sight of Greece, shed many a tear. Yet not unseen he landed; for a spy, One whom the shrewd Ægisthus had seduced By promise of two golden talents, markd His coming from a rock where he had watchd The year complete, lest, passing unperceived, The King should reassert his right in arms. Swift flew the spy with tidings to this Lord, And He, incontinent, this project framed Insidious. Twenty men, the boldest hearts Of all the people, from the rest he chose, Whom he in ambush placed, and others charged Diligent to prepare the festal board. With horses, then, and chariots forth he drove Full-fraught with mischief, and conducting |
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