And name me some of these brave Greeks, so manly beautified. Come, do not think I lay the wars, endur’d by us, on thee, The Gods have sent them, and the tears in which they swum to me. Sit then, and name this goodly Greek, so tall, and broadly spread, Who than the rest, that stand by him, is higher by the head; The bravest man I ever saw, and most majestical, His only presence makes me think him king amongst them all.” The fairest of her sex replied: “Most rev’rend father-in-law, Most lov’d, most fear’d, would some ill death had seiz’d me, when I saw The first mean why I wrong’d you thus: that I had never lost The sight of these my ancient friends, of him that lov’d me most, Of my sole daughter, brothers both, with all those kindly mates, Of one soil, one age, born with me, though under diff’rent fates! But these boons envious stars deny; the memory of these In sorrow pines those beauties now, that then did too much please; Nor satisfy they your demand, to which I thus reply: That’s Agamemnon, Atreus’ son, the great in empery; A king, whom double royalty doth crown, being great and good, And one that was my brother-in-law, when I contain’d my blood, And was more worthy; if at all I might be said to be, My being being lost so soon in all that honour’d me.” The good old king admir’d, and said: “O Atreus’ blesséd son, Born unto joyful destinies, that hast the empire won Of such a world of Grecian youths, as I discover here! I once march’d into Phrygia, that many vines doth bear, Where many Phrygians I beheld, well-skill’d in use of horse, That of the two men, like two Gods, were the commanded force, Otrëus, and great Mygdonus, who on Sangarius’ sands Set down their tents with whom myself, for my assistant bands, Was number’d as a man in chief; the cause of war was then Th’ Amazon dames, that in their facts affected to be men. In all there was a mighty pow’r, which yet did never rise To equal these Achaian youths, that have the sable eyes.” Then (seeing Ulysses next) he said: “Lov’d daughter, what is he That, lower than great Atreus’ son; seems by the head to me, Yet, in his shoulders and big breast, presents a broader show? His armour lies upon the earth; he up and down doth go, To see his soldiers keep their ranks, and ready have their arms, If, in this truce, they should be tried by any false alarms. Much like a well-grown bell-wether, or feltred ram, he shows, That walks before a wealthy flock of fair white-fleeced ewes.” High Jove and Leda’s fairest seed to Priam thus replies: “This is the old Laertes’ son, Ulysses, call’d the wise; Who, though unfruitful Ithaca was made his nursing seat, Yet knows he ev’ry sort of sleight, and is in counsels great.”