And he be glad to turn to fleet, about his funerals. For of his entry here at home, what mind will serve his thirst, Or ever feed him with sack’d Troy? The dogs shall eat him first.” At this speech Hector bent his brows, and said: “This makes not great Your grace with me, Polydamas, that argue for retreat To Troy’s old prison. Have we not enough of those tow’rs yet? And is not Troy yet charg’d enough, with impositions set Upon her citizens, to keep our men from spoil without, But still we must impose within? That houses with our rout As well as purses may be plagu’d? Before time, Priam’s town Traffick’d with divers-languag’d men, and all gave the renown Of rich Troy to it, brass and gold abounding; but her store Is now from ev’ry house exhaust; possessions evermore Are sold out into Phrygia and lovely Mæony; And have been ever since Jove’s wrath. And now his clemency Gives me the mean to quit our want with glory, and conclude The Greeks in sea-bords and our seas, to slack it, and extrude His offer’d bounty by our flight. Fool that thou art, bewray This counsel to no common ear, for no man shall obey; If any will, I’ll check his will. But what our self command, Let all observe. Take suppers all, keep watch of ev’ry hand. If any Trojan have some spoil, that takes his too much care, Make him dispose it publicly; ’tis better any fare The better for him, than the Greeks. When light then decks the skies, Let all arm for a fierce assault. If great Achilles rise, And will enforce our greater toil, it may rise so to him. On my back he shall find no wings, my spirit shall force my limb To stand his worst, and give or take. Mars is our common lord, And the desirous swordsman’s life he ever puts to sword.” This counsel gat applause of all, so much were all unwise; Minerva robb’d them of their brains, to like the ill advice The great man gave, and leave the good since by the meaner given. All took their suppers; but the Greeks spent all the heavy even About Patroclus’ mournful rites, Pelides leading all In all the forms of heaviness. He by his side did fall, And his man-slaught’ring hands impos’d into his oft-kiss’d breast, Sighs blew up sighs; and lion-like, grac’d with a goodly crest, That in his absence being robb’d by hunters of his whelps, Returns to his so desolate den, and, for his wanted helps, Beholding his unlook’d-for wants, flies roaring back again, Hunts the sly hunter, many a vale resounding his disdain; So mourn’d Pelides his late loss, so weighty were his moans, Which, for their dumb sounds, now gave words to all his Myrmidons: “O Gods,” said he, “how vain a vow I made, to cheer the mind Of sad Menœtius, when his son his hand to mine resign’d, That high-tow’r’d Opus he should see, and leave ras’d Ilion With spoil and honour, ev’n with me! But Jove vouchsafes to none Wish’d passages to all his vows; we both were destinate To bloody one earth here in Troy; nor any more estate In my return hath Peleüs or Thetis; but because