But in his hands still. What then lifts thy pride in this so high? Home with thy fleet, and Myrmidons; use there their empery; Command not here. I weigh thee not, nor mean to magnify Thy rough-hewn rages, but, instead, I thus far threaten thee: Since Phœbus needs will force from me Chryseis, she shall go; My ships and friends shall waft her home; but I will imitate so His pleasure, that mine own shall take, in person, from thy tent Bright-cheek’d Briseis; and so tell thy strength how eminent My pow’r is, being compar’d with thine; all other making fear To vaunt equality with me, or in this proud kind bear Their beards against me.” Thetis’ son at this stood vex’d, his heart Bristled his bosom, and two ways drew his discursive part; If, from his thigh his sharp sword drawn, he should make room about Atrides’ person, slaught’ring him, or sit his anger out, And curb his spirit. While these thoughts striv’d in his blood and mind, And he his sword drew, down from heav’n Athenia stoop’d, and shin’d About his temples, being sent by th’ ivory-wristed Queen, Saturnia, who out of her heart had ever loving been, And careful for the good of both. She stood behind, and took Achilles by the yellow curls, and only gave her look To him appearance; not a man of all the rest could see. He turning back his eye, amaze strook every faculty; Yet straight he knew her by her eyes, so terrible they were, Sparkling with ardour, and thus spake: “Thou seed of Jupiter, Why com’st thou? To behold his pride, that boasts our empery? Then witness with it my revenge, and see that insolence die That lives to wrong me.” She replied: “I come from heav’n to see Thy anger settled, if thy soul will use her sov’reignty In fit reflection. I am sent from Juno, whose affects Stand heartily inclin’d to both. Come, give us both respects, And cease contention; draw no sword; use words, and such as may Be bitter to his pride, but just; for, trust in what I say, A time shall come, when, thrice the worth of that he forceth now, He shall propose for recompense of these wrongs; therefore throw Reins on thy passions, and serve us.” He answer’d “Though my heart Burn in just anger, yet my soul must conquer th’ angry part, And yield you conquest. Who subdues his earthly part for heav’n, Heav’n to his pray’rs subdues his wish.” This said, her charge was given Fit honour; in his silver hilt he held his able hand, And forc’d his broad sword up; and up to heav’n did re-ascend Minerva, who, in Jove’s high roof that bears the rough shield, took Her place with other deities. She gone, again forsook Patience his passion, and no more his silence could confine His wrath, that this broad language gave: “Thou ever steep’d in wine, Dog’s face, with heart but of a hart, that nor in th’ open eye Of fight dar’st thrust into a prease, nor with our noblest lie In secret ambush! These works seem too full of death for thee; ’Tis safer far in the open host to dare an injury To any crosser of thy lust.