Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 3Bridges, Robert
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Poetical Works of Robert Bridges, Volume 3
Bridges, Robert
English drama; English poetry
_Lyc._ Come, come! you overpraise us: there’s no need.
We Scyrians are contented.—Now we are climbed
Above the town to the east; and you may see
The western seaboard, and our other port.
The island narrows here to twenty stades,
Cut like a wasp; the shoulder where we stand 460
Is its best natured spot: It falls to the sun,
And at this time of the year takes not too much.
_Ab._ ’Tis strange how in all points the lie of the land
Is like our Ithaca, but better clothed.
_Lyc._ And larger, is’t not?
_Ab._ Past comparison.—
_Lyc._ What navy bring ye to the war?
_Ab._ Ah, sire!
We have no ships to boast of—with our own
Zakynthus, Cephallenia, and the rest,
Joining their numbers, raise but ten or twelve.
_Lyc._ And these your prince commands? 470
_Ab._ Such as they be.
_Lyc._ Tidings come slowly to us here. I pray you
Tell me the latest of your preparations.
The thing must drag: there was some talk awhile
Of coldness ’twixt the chiefs: ’twould be no wonder.
They that combine upon one private grudge
May split upon another.
_Ab._ Still their zeal
Increases: ’tis as fire spread from a spark.
_Lyc._ A spark? well—Menelaus. At this time
What numbers hath he drawn, and whence?
_Ab._ The ships
Number above a thousand: a tenth of these 480
Are sent by Corinth, Sicyon and Mycenæ;
Sixty are Spartan, and king Agamemnon
Provides as many as these all told together.
Then from Ægina, Epidaurus, Argos,
And Tiryns Diomede brings eighty: Nestor
Ninety from Pylos; from Bœotia
Come eighty; Phocis and Phthiotis each
Send forty; Athens fifty; and Eubœa
Forty; from Salamis Ajax brings twelve;
Oilean Ajax with the Locrians 490
Forty more; from our neighbours in the west,
Dulichium and Ætolia, eighty sail;
Again as many from hundred-citied Crete
Under the king Idomeneus, and nine
From Rhodes: All these, with others that escape
My hasty summing, lie drawn up at Aulis.
’Tis such a sight as, I am bold to say,
If but your majesty could see it, would move you
To make a part of the splendour.
_Lyc._ Nay, I have seen them.
_Ab._ Your majesty hath been at Aulis?
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