METAMORPHOSES: BOOK 13. THE SPEECHES OF AJAX AND ULYSSES by PUBLIUS OVIDIUS NASO

THE Chiefs were set; the Soldiers crown'd the Field:
To these the Master of the sevenfold Shield
Upstarted fierce: And kindled with Disdain
Eager to speak, unable to contain
His boiling Rage, he rowl'd his Eyes around
The Shore, and @3Grecian@1 Gallies hall'd a-ground.
Then stretching out his Hands, O @3Jove@1, he cry'd,
Must then our Cause before the Fleet be try'd?
And dares @3Ulysses@1 for the Prize contend,
In sight of what he durst not once defend?
But basely fled that memorable Day,
When I from @3Hector's@1 Hands redeem'd the flaming Prey.
So much 'tis safer at the noisy Bar
With Words to flourish than ingage in War.
By different Methods we maintain our Right,
Nor am I made to Talk, nor he to Fight.
In bloody Fields I labour to be great;
His Arms are a smooth Tongue, and soft deceit:
Nor need I speak my Deeds, for those you see;
The Sun and Day are Witnesses for me,
Let him who fights unseen relate his own,
And vouch the silent Stars, and conscious Moon;
Great is the Prize demanded, I confess,
But such an abject Rival makes it less;
That Gift, those Honours, he but hop'd to gain
Can leave no room for @3Ajax@1 to be vain:
Losing he wins, because his Name will be
Enobled by Defeat, who durst contend with me.
Were my known Valour question'd, yet my Blood
Without that Plea wou'd make my Title good:
My Sire was @3Telamon@1 whose Arms, employ'd
With @3Hercules@1, these @3Trojan@1 Walls destroy'd;
And who before, with @3Jason@1, sent from @3Greece@1,
In the first Ship brought home the Golden Fleece;
Great @3Telamon@1 from @3AEacus@1 derives
His birth (th' Inquisitor of guilty Lives
In Shades below where @3Sysiphus@1 whose Son
This Thief is thought rouls up the restless heavy Stone,)
Just @3AEacus@1 the King of Gods above
Begot: Thus @3Ajax@1 is the third from @3Jove@1.
Nor shou'd I seek advantage from my Line,
Unless (@3Achilles@1) it were mix'd with thine:
As next of Kin @3Achilles@1 Arms I claim;
This Fellow wou'd ingraft a Foreign Name
Upon our Stock, and the @3Sysiphian@1 Seed
By Fraud and Theft asserts his Father's Breed:
Then must I lose these Arms, because I came
To fight uncall'd, a voluntary Name,
Nor shun'd the Cause, but offer'd you my Aid,
While he long lurking was to War betray'd?
Forc'd to the Field he came, but in the Reer;
And feign'd Distraction to conceal his Fear:
Till one more cunning caught him in the Snare;
(Ill for himself) and drag'd him into War.
Now let a Hero's Arms a Coward vest,
And he who shun'd all Honours, gain the best:
And let me stand excluded from my Right
Rob'd of my Kinsman's Arms, who first appear'd in Fight.
Better for us at home had he remain'd
Had it been true, the Madness which he feign'd,
Or so believ'd; the less had been our Shame,
The less his counsell'd Crime which brands the @3Grecian@1 Name;
Nor @3Philocletes@1 had been left inclos'd
In a bare Isle to Wants and Pains expos'd,
Where to the Rocks, with solitary Groans
His Suff' rings and our Baseness he bemoans;
And wishes (so may Heav'n his Wish fulfill)
The due Reward to him who caus'd his Ill.
Now he, with us to @3Troy's@1 Destruction sworn
Our Brother of the War, by whom are borne
@3Alcides@1 Arrows, pent in narrow Bounds
With Cold and Hunger pinch'd, and pain'd with Wounds,
To find him Food and Cloathing must employ
Against the Birds the Shafts due to the Fate of @3Troy@1.
Yet still he lives, and lives from Treason free,
Because he left @3Ulysses@1 Company:
Poor @3Palamede@1 might wish, so void of Aid,
Rather to have been left, than so to Death betray'd.
The Coward bore the Man immortal Spight,
Who sham'd him out of Madness into Fight:
Nor daring otherwise to vent his Hate
Accus'd him first of Treason to the State,
And then for Proof produc'd the golden Store,
Himself had hidden in his Tent before:
Thus of two Champions he depriv'd our Hoast,
By Exile one, and one by Treason lost.
Thus fights @3Ulysses@1, thus his Fame extends,
A formidable Man, but to his Friends
Great, for what Greatness is in Words and Sound:
Ev'n faithful @3Nestor@1 less in both is found:
But that he might without a Rival reign,
He left this faithful @3Nestor@1 on the Plain;
Forsook his Friend ev'n at his utmost Need,
Who tir'd, and tardy with his wounded Steed
Cry'd out for Aid, and call'd him by his Name;
But Cowardice has neither Ears nor Shame:
Thus fled the good old man, bereft of Aid,
And for as much as lay in him, betray'd:
That this is not a Fable forg'd by me,
Like one of his, an @3Ulyssean@1 Lie,
I vouch ev'n @3Diomede@1, who tho' his Friend
Cannot that Act excuse, much less defend:
He call'd him back aloud, and tax'd his Fear;
And sure enough he heard, but durst not hear.
The Gods with equal Eyes on Mortals look,
He justly was forsaken, who forsook:
Wanted that Succour he refus'd to lend,
Found ev'ry Fellow such another Friend:
No wonder, if he roar'd that all might hear;
His Elocution was increas'd by Fear:
I heard, I ran, I found him out of Breath,
Pale, trembling, and half dead, with Fear of Death.
Though he had judg'd himself by his own laws,
And stood condemn'd, I help'd the common Cause:
With my broad Buckler hid him from the Foe;
(Ev'n the Shield trembled as he lay below;)
And from impending Fate the Coward freed:
Good Heav'n forgive me for so had a Deed!
If still he will persist, and urge the Strife,
First let him give me back his forfeit Life:
Let him return to that opprobrious Field:
Again creep under my protecting Shield:
Let him lie wounded, let the Foe be near,
And let his quiv'ring Heart confess his Fear;
There put him in the very Jaws of Fate;
And let him plead his Cause in that Estate:
And yet, when snatch'd from Death, when from below
My lifted Shield I loos'd, and let him go:
Good Heav'ns, how light he rose, with what a bound
He sprung from Earth, forgetful of his Wound;
How fresh, how eager then his Feet to ply;
Who had not Strength to stand, had Speed to fly!
@3Hector@1 came on, and brought the Gods along;
Fear seiz'd alike the Feeble and the Strong:
Each @3Greek@1 was an @3Ulysses@1; such a Dread
Th' approach, and e'en the sound of @3Hector@1 bred:
Him, flesh'd with Slaughter, and with Conquest crown'd,
I met, and over-turn'd him to the Ground.
When after, matchless as he deem'd, in Might,
He challeng'd all our Hoast to single Fight;
All Eyes were fix'd on me: The lots were thrown;
But for your Champion I was wish'd alone:
Your Vows were heard, we Fought and neither yield;
Yet I return'd unvanquish'd from the Field.
With @3Jove@1 to friend th' insulting @3Trojan@1 came,
And menac'd us with Force, our Fleet with Flame:
Was it the Strength of this Tongue-valiant Lord,
In that black Hour, that sav'd you from the Sword?
Or was my Breast expos'd alone, to brave
A thousand Swords, a thousand Ships to save?
The hopes of your return! And can you yield,
For a sav'd Fleet, less than a single Shield?
Think it no Boast, O @3Grecians@1, if I deem
These Arms want @3Ajax@1, more than @3Ajax@1 them;
Or, I with them an equal Honour share;
They honour'd to be worn, and I to wear.
Will be compare my Courage with his Slight?
As well he may compare the Day with Night.
Night is indeed the Province of his Reign:
Yet all his dark Exploits no more contain
Than a Spy taken, and a Sleeper slain;
A Priest made Pris'ner, @3Pallas@1 made a Prey
But none of all these Actions done by Day:
Nor ought of these was done, and @3Diomed@1 away.
If on such petty Merits you confer
So vast a Prize, let each his Portion share;
Make a just Dividend: and if not all,
The greater part to @3Diomed@1 will fall.
But why for @3Ithacus@1 such Arms as those,
Who naked and by Night invades his Foes?
The glitt'ring Helm by Moonlight will proclaim
The latent Robber, and prevent his Game:
Nor could he hold his tott'ring Head up-right
Beneath that Motion, or sustain the Weight;
Nor that right Arm cou'd toss the beamy Lance;
Much less the left that ampler Shield advance;
Pond'rous with precious Weight, and rough with Cost
Of the round World in rising Gold emboss'd.
That Orb would ill become his Hand to wield,
And look as for the Gold he stole the Shield;
Which shou'd your Error on the Wretch bestow,
It would not frighten, but allure the Foe:
Why asks he, what avails him not in Fight,
And wou'd but cumber and retard his Flight,
In which his only Excellence is plac'd?
You give him Death, that intercept his hast.
Add, that his own is yet a Maiden-Shield,
Nor the least Dint has suffer'd in the Field,
Guiltless of Fight: Mine batter'd, hew'd, and bor'd,
Worn out of Service, must forsake his Lord.
What farther need of Words our Right to scan?
My Arguments are Deeds, let Action speak the Man.
Since from a Champion's Arms the Strife arose,
So cast the glorious Prize amid the Foes;
Then send us to redeem both Arms and Shield,
And let him wear who wins 'em in the Field.
He said: A Murmur from the Multitude,
Or somewhat like a stiffled Shout, ensu'd:
Till from his Seat arose @3Laertes@1 Son,
Look'd down awhile, and paus'd e'er he begun;
Then to th' expecting Audience rais'd his Look,
And not without prepar'd Attention spoke:
Soft was his Tone, and sober was his Face;
Action his Words, and Words his Action grace.
If Heav'n, my Lords, had heard our common Pray'r,
These Arms had caus'd no Quarrel for an Heir;
Still great @3Achilles@1 had his own possess'd,
And we with great @3Achilles@1 had been bless'd.
But since hard Fate, and Heav'ns severe Decree,
Have ravish'd him away from you and me,
(At this he sigh'd, and wip'd his Eyes, and drew,
Or seem'd to draw some Drops of kindly Dew)
Who better can succeed @3Achilles@1 lost,
Than he who gave @3Achilles@1 to your Hoast?
This only I request, that neither He
May gain, by being what he seems to be,
A stupid Thing, nor I may lose the Prize,
By having Sense, which Heav'n to him denies:
Since, great or small, the Talent I enjoy'd
Was even in the common Cause employ'd:
Nor let my Wit, and wonted Eloquence
Which often has been us'd in your Defence
And in my own, this only time be brought
To bear against my self, and deem'd a Fault.
Make not a Crime, where Nature made it none;
For ev'ry Man may freely use his own.
The Deeds of long descended Ancestors
Are but by grace of Imputation ours,
Theirs in effect: but since he draws his Line
From @3Jove@1, and seems to plead a Right Divine,
From @3Jove@1, like him, I claim my Pedigree,
And am descended in the same degree:
My sire @3Laertes@1 was @3Arcesius@1 Heir,
@3Arcesius@1 was the Son of @3Jupiter@1:
No Paricide, no banish'd Man, is known
In all my Line: Let him excuse his own.
@3Hermes@1 ennobles too my Mother's Side,
By both my Parents to the Gods ally'd;
But not because that on the Female Part
My Blood is better, dare I claim Desert,
Or that my Sire from Paricide is free,
But judge by Merit betwixt Him and Me:
The Prize be to the best; provided yet,
That @3Ajax@1 for awhile his Kin forget,
And his great Sire, and greater Uncles Name,
To fortify by them his feeble Claim:
Be Kindred and Relation laid aside,
And Honours Cause by Laws of Honour try'd:
For if he plead Proximity of Blood;
That empty Title is with Ease withstood.
@3Peleus@1, the Hero's Sire, more nigh than he,
And @3Pyrrhus@1, his undoubted Progeny,
Inherit first these Trophies of the Field;
To @3Scyros@1, or to @3Phthya@1, send the Shield:
And @3Teucer@1 has an Uncle's Right; yet he
Waves his Pretensions, nor contends with me.
Then since the Cause on pure Desert is plac'd,
Whence shall I take my Rise, what reckon last?
I not presume on ev'ry Act to dwell,
But take these few, in order as they fell.
@3Thetis@1, who knew the Fates, apply'd her Care,
To keep @3Achilles@1 in Disguise from War;
And till the threat'ning Influence were past,
A Woman's Habit on the Hero cast:
All Eyes were couzen'd by the borrow'd Vest,
And @3Ajax@1 (never wiser than the rest)
Found no @3Pelides@1 there: At length I came
With proffer'd Wares to this pretended Dame;
She not discover'd by her Mien or Voice,
Betray'd her Manhood by her manly Choice;
And while on Female Toys her Fellows look,
Grasp'd in her Warlike Hand, a Javelin shook;
Whom, by this Act reveal'd, I thus bespoke:
O Goddess-born! resist not Heav'ns Decree,
The Fall of @3Ilium@1 is reserv'd for thee;
Then seiz'd him, and, produc'd in open Light,
Sent blushing to the Field the fatal Knight.
Mine then are all his Actions of the War;
Great @3Telephus@1 was conquer'd by my Spear,
And after cur'd: To me the @3Thebans@1 owe,
@3Lesbos@1 and @3Tenedos@1, their Overthrow;
@3Syros@1 and @3Cylla@1! Not on all to dwell,
By me @3Lyrnesus@1, and strong @3Chrysa@1 fell:
And since I sent the Man who @3Hector@1 slew,
To me the noble @3Hector's@1 Death is due:
Those Arms I put into his living Hand,
Those Arms, @3Pelides@1 dead, I now demand.
When @3Greece@1 was injur'd in the @3Spartan@1 Prince,
And met at @3Aulis@1 to revenge th' Offence,
'Twas a dead Calm, or adverse Blasts that reign'd,
And in the Port the Wind-bound Fleet detain'd:
Bad Signs were seen, and Oracles severe
Were daily thunder'd in our General's Ear:
That by his Daughter's Blood we must appease
@3Diana's@1 kindled Wrath, and free the Seas.
Affection, Int'rest, Fame, his Heart assail'd;
But soon the Father o'er the King prevail'd:
Bold, on himself he took the pious Crime,
As angry with the Gods, as they with him.
No Subject cou'd sustain their Sov'raign's Look,
Till this hard Enterprize I undertook:
I only durst th' Imperial Pow'r controul,
And undermin'd the Parent in his Soul;
Forc'd him t' exert the King for common Good,
And pay our Ransom with his Daughters Blood.
Never was Cause more difficult to plead,
Than where the Judge against himself decreed:
Yet this I won by Dint of Argument;
The Wrongs his injur'd Brother underwent,
And his own office sham'd him to consent.
'Twas harder yet to move the Mother's Mind,
And to this heavy Task was I design'd:
Reasons against her Love I knew were vain:
I circumvented whom I could not gain:
Had @3Ajax@1 been employ'd, our slacken'd Sails
Had still at @3Aulis@1 waited happy Gales.
Arriv'd at @3Troy@1, your Choice was fix'd on me,
A fearless Envoy, fit for a bold Embassy:
Secure, I enter'd through the hostile Court,
Glitt'ring with Steel, and crowded with Resort:
There, in the midst of Arms, I plead our Cause,
Urge the foul Rape, and violated Laws;
Accuse the Foes, as Authors of the Strife,
Reproach the Ravisher, demand the Wife
@3Priam, Antenor@1, and the wiser few,
I mov'd; but @3Paris@1 and his lawless Crew
Scarce held their Hands, and lifted Swords: But stood
In Act to quench their Impious thirst of Blood:
This @3Menelaus@1 knows; expos'd to share
With me the rough Preludium of the War.
Endless it were to tell what I have done,
In Arms, or Council, since the Siege begun:
The first Encounters pass'd, the Foe repell'd,
They skulk'd within the Town, we kept the Field.
War seem'd asleep for nine long Years, at length,
Both Sides resolv'd to push, we try'd our Strength.
Now what did @3Ajax@1 while our Arms took Breath,
Vers'd only in the gross mechanick Trade of Death?
If you require my Deeds, with ambush'd Arms
I trap'd the Foe, or tir'd with false Alarms;
Secur'd the Ships, drew Lines along the Plain,
The Fainting chear'd, chastis'd the Rebeltrain,
Provided Forage, our spent Arms renew'd;
Employ'd at home, or sent abroad, the common Cause pursu'd.
The King, deluded in a Dream by Jove,
Despair'd to take the Town, and order'd to remove.
What Subject durst arraign the Pow'r supreme,
Producing @3Jove@1 to justify his Dream?
@3Ajax@1 might wish the Soldiers to retain
From shameful Flight, but Wishes were in vain:
As wanting of effect had been his Words,
Such as of course his thundring Tongue affords.
But did this Boaster threaten, did he pray,
Or by his own Example urge their stay?
None, none of these, but ran himself away.
I saw him run, and was asham'd to see;
Who ply'd his Feet so fast to get aboard as He?
Then speeding through the Place, I made a stand,
And loudly cry'd, O base degen'rate Band,
To leave a Town already in your Hand!
After so long expence of Blood, for Fame,
To bring home nothing but perpetual Shame!
These Words, or what I have forgotten since,
(For Grief inspir'd me then with Eloquence)
Reduc'd their Minds, they leave the crowded Port,
And to their late forsaken Camp resort;
Dismay'd the Council met: This Man was there,
But mute, and not recover'd of his Fear.
@3Thersites@1 tax'd the King, and loudly rail'd,
But his wide opening Mouth with Blows I seal'd.
Then, rising, I excite their Souls to Fame,
And kindle sleeping Virtue into Flame,
From thence, whatever he perform'd in Fight
Is justly mine, who drew him back from Flight.
Which of the @3Grecian@1 Chiefs consorts with Thee?
But @3Diomede@1 desires my Company,
And still communicates his Praise with me.
As guided by a God, secure he goes,
Arm'd with my Fellowship amid the Foes:
And sure no little Merit I may boast,
Whom such a Man selects from such an Hoast;
Unforc'd by Lots I went without Affright,
To dare with him the Dangers of the Night:
On the same Errand sent, we met the Spy
Of @3Hector@1, double tongu'd, and us'd to lie;
Him I dispatch'd, but not till undermin'd
I drew him first to tell what treacherous @3Troy@1 design'd:
My Task perform'd, with Praise I had retir'd,
But not content with this, to greater Praise aspir'd;
Invaded @3Rhoesus@1, and his @3Thracian@1 Crew,
And him, and his, in their own Strength, I slew;
Return'd a Victor, all my Vows compleat,
With the King's Chariot, in his Royal Seat:
Refuse me now his Arms, whose fiery Steeds
Were promis'd to the Spy for his Nocturnal Deeds:
And let dull @3Ajax@1 bear away my Right,
When all his Days out-ballance this one Night.
Nor fought I darkling still: The Sun beheld
With slaughter'd @3Lycians@1 when I strew'd the Field:
You saw, and counted as I pass'd along,
@3Alastor, Cromyus, Ceranos@1 the Strong,
@3Alcander, Prytanis@1, and @3Halius@1,
@3Noemon, Charopes@1, and @3Ennomus@1,
@3Choon, Chersidamas@1; and five beside
Men of obscure Descent, but Courage try'd:
All these this Hand laid breathless on the Ground;
Nor want I Proofs of many a manly Wound:
All honest, all before: Believe not me;
Words may deceive, but credit what you see.
At this he bar'd his Breast, and show'd his Scars,
As of a furrow'd Field, well plough'd with Wars;
Nor is this Part unexercis'd, said he;
That Gyant-bulk of his from Wounds is free:
Safe in his Shield he fears no Foe to try,
And better manages his Blood than I:
But this avails me not; our Boaster strove
Not with our Foes alone, but partial @3Jove@1,
To save the Fleet: This I confess is true,
(Nor will I take from any Man his Due:)
But thus assuming all, he robs from you.
Some part of Honour to your share will fall,
He did the best indeed, but did not all.
@3Patroclus@1 in @3Achilles@1 Arms, and thought
The Chief he seem'd, with equal Ardour fought;
Preserv'd the Fleet, repell'd the raging Fire,
And forc'd the fearful @3Trojans@1 to retire.
But @3Ajax@1 boasts, that he was only thought
A Match for @3Hector@1, who the Combat sought:
Sure he forgets the King, the Chiefs, and Me;
All were as eager for the Fight as He:
He but the ninth, and, not by publick Voice,
Or ours preferr'd, was only Fortunes Choice:
They fought, nor can our Hero boast the Event,
For @3Hector@1 from the Field unwounded went.
Why am I forc'd to name that fatal Day,
That snatch'd the Prop and Pride of @3Greece@1 away?
I saw @3Pelides@1 sink, with pious Grief,
And ran in vain, alas, to his Relief;
For the brave Soul was fled: Full of my Friend,
I rush'd amid the War, his Relicks to defend:
Nor ceas'd my Toil till I redeem'd the Prey,
And loaded with @3Achilles@1, march'd away:
Those Arms, which on these Shoulders then I bore,
'Tis just you to these Shoulders should restore.
You see I want not Nerves, who cou'd sustain
The pond'rous Ruins of so great a Man:
Or if in others equal Force you find,
None is endu'd with a more grateful Mind.
Did @3Thetis@1 then, ambitious in her Care,
These Arms thus labour'd for her Son prepare;
That @3Ajax@1 after him the heav'nly gift should wear?
For that dull Soul to stare, with stupid Eyes,
On the learn'd unintelligible Prize!
What are to him the Sculptures of the Shield,
Heav'ns Planets, Earth, and Oceans watry Field?
The @3Pleiads, Hyads@1; less, and greater Bear,
Undipp'd in Seas; @3Orion's@1 angry Star;
Two diff'ring Cities, grav'd on either Hand?
Would he wear Arms he cannot understand?
Beside, what wise Objections he prepares
Against my late Accession to the Wars?
Does not the Fool perceive his Argument
Is with more force against @3Achilles@1 bent?
For, if Dissembling be so great a Crime,
The Fault is common, and the same in him:
And if he taxes both of long delay,
My Guilt is less, who sooner came away.
His pious Mother anxious for his Life,
Detain'd her Son, and me, my pious Wife.
To them the Blossoms of our Youth were due:
Our riper Manhood we reserv'd for you.
But grant me guilty, 'tis not much my care,
When with so great a Man my Guilt I share:
My Wit to War the matchless Hero brought,
But by this Fool I never had been caught.
Nor need I wonder, that on me he threw
Such foul Aspersions, when he spares not you:
If @3Palamede@1 unjustly fell by me,
Your Honour suffer'd in th' unjust Decree:
I but accus'd, you doom'd: And yet he dy'd,
Convinc'd of Treason, and was fairly try'd:
You heard not he was false; your Eyes beheld
The Traytor manifest; the Bribe reveal'd.
That @3Philoctetes@1 is on @3Lemnos@1 left,
Wounded, forlorn, of human Aid bereft,
Is not my Crime, or not my Crime alone;
Defend your Justice, for the Fact's your own:
'Tis true, th'Advice was mine: that staying there
He might his weary Limbs with rest repair,
From a long Voyage free, and from a longer War.
He took the Counsel, and he lives at least;
Th' Event declares I counsell'd for the best:
Though Faith is all in Ministers of State;
For who can promise to be fortunate?
Now since his Arrows are the Fate of @3Troy@1,
Do not my Wit, or weak Address, employ;
Send @3Ajax@1 there, with his persuasive Sense
To mollify the Man, and draw him thence:
But @3Xanthus@1 shall run backward; @3Ida@1 stand
A leafless Mountain; and the @3Grecian@1 Band
Shall fight for @3Troy@1; if when my Counsels fail,
The Wit of heavy @3Ajax@1 can prevail.
Hard @3Philoctetes@1, exercise thy Spleen,
Against thy Fellows, and the King of Men;
Curse my devoted Head, above the rest,
And wish in Arms to meet me Breast to Breast:
Yet I the dang'rous Task will undertake
And either die my self, or bring thee back.
Nor doubt the same Success, as when before
The @3Phrygian@1 Prophet to these Tents I bore,
Surpriz'd by Night, and forc'd him to declare
In what was plac'd the fortune of the War;
Heav'ns dark Decrees, and Answers to display,
And how to take the Town, and where the Secret lay:
Yet this I compass'd, and from @3Troy@1 convey'd
The fatal Image of their Guardian-Maid;
That Work was mine; for @3Pallas@1, though our Friend,
Yet while she was in @3Troy@1, did @3Troy@1 defend.
Now what has @3Ajax@1 done, or what design'd,
A noisy Nothing, and an empty Wind?
If he be what he promises in Show,
Why was I sent, and why fear'd he to go
Our boasting Champion thought the Task not light
To pass the Guards, commit himself to Night;
Not only through a hostile Town to pass,
But scale, with steep Ascent, the sacred Place;
With wand'ring Steps to search the Cittadel,
And from the Priests their Patroness to steal:
Then through surrounding Foes to force my way,
And bear in Triumph home the heav'nly Prey;
Which had I not, @3Ajax@1 in vain had held,
Before that monst'rous Bulk, his sev'nfold Shield
That Night to conquer @3Troy@1 I might be said
When @3Troy@1 was liable to Conquest made.
Why point'st thou to my Partner of the War?
@3Tydides@1 had indeed a worthy share
In all my Toil, and Praise; but when thy Might
Our Ships protected, didst thou singly fight?
All join'd, and thou of many wert but one;
I ask'd no Friend, nor had, but him alone;
Who, had he not been well assur'd, that Art
And Conduct were of War the better part,
And more avail'd than Strength, my valiant Friend
Had urg'd a better Right, than @3Ajax@1 can pretend:
As good at least @3Euripylus@1 may claim,
And the more moderate @3Ajax@1 of the Name:
The @3Cretan@1 King, and his brave Charioteer,
And @3Menelaus@1 bold with Sword and Spear;
All these had been my Rivals in the Shield,
And yet all these to my Pretensions yield
Thy boist'rous Hands are then of Use, when I
With this directing Head those Hands apply.
Brawn without Brain is thine: My prudent Care
Foresees, provides, administers the War:
Thy Province is to Fight; but when shall be
The time to Fight, the King consults with me:
No dram of Judgment with thy force is join'd;
Thy Body is of Profit, and my Mind.
By how much more the Ship her Safety owes
To him who steers, than him that only rows,
By how much more the Captain merits Praise
Than he who Fights, and Fighting but obeys;
By so much greater is my Worth than thine,
Who canst but execute what I design.
What gain'st thou brutal Man, if I confess
Thy Strength superiour, when thy Wit is less?
Mind is the Man: I claim my whole Desert
From the Mind's Vigour, and th' immortal part.
But you, O @3Grecian@1 Chiefs, reward my Care,
Be grateful to your Watchman of the War:
For all my Labours in so long a space,
Sure I may plead a Title to your Grace:
Enter the Town; I then unbarr'd the Gates,
When I remov'd their tutelary Fates.
By all our common hopes, if hopes they be
Which I have now reduc'd to Certainty;
By falling @3Troy@1, by yonder tott'ring Towers,
And by their taken Gods, which now are ours;
Or if there yet a farther Task remains,
To be perform'd by Prudence or by Pains;
If yet some desperate Action rests behind,
That asks high Conduct, and a dauntless Mind:
If ought be wanting to the @3Trojan@1 Doom,
Which none but I can manage and o'ercome,
Award those Arms I ask, by your Decree:
Or give to this what you refuse to me.
He ceas'd: And ceasing with Respect he bow'd,
And with his Hand at once the fatal Statue show'd.
Heav'n, Air and Ocean rung, with loud Applause,
And by the general Vote he gain'd his Cause.
Thus Conduct won the Prize, when Courage fail'd,
And Eloquence o'er brutal Force prevail'd.

@3The Death of@1 Ajax.

He who cou'd often, and alone withstand
The Foe, the Fire, and @3Jove's@1 own partial Hand,
Now cannot his unmaster'd Grief sustain,
But yields to Rage, to Madness, and Disdain;
Then snatching out his Fauchion, Thou, said He,
Art mine; @3Ulysses@1 lays no claim to Thee.
O often try'd, and ever trusty Sword,
Now do thy last kind Office to thy Lord:
'Tis @3Ajax@1, who requests thy Aid, to show
None but himself, himself cou'd overthrow:
He said, and with so good a Will to die
Did to his Breast the fatal Point apply,
It found his Heart, a way till then unknown,
Where never Weapon enter'd but his own.
No Hands cou'd force it thence, so fix'd it stood,
Till out it rush'd, expell'd by Streams of spouting Blood.
The fruitful Blood produc'd a Flow'r, which grew
On a green Stem; and of a Purple Hue:
Like his, whom unaware @3Apollo@1 slew:
Inscrib'd in both, the Letters are the same,
But those express the Grief, and these the Name.

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