The king detain’d, and made amends, with doing him the grace Of his fair daughter’s princely gift; and with her, for a dow’r, Gave half his kingdom; and to this, the Lycians on did pour More than was giv’n to any king; a goodly planted field, In some parts thick of groves and woods, the rest rich crops did yield, This field the Lycians futurely (of future wand’rings there And other errors of their prince, in the unhappy rear Of his sad life) the Errant call’d, The princess brought him forth Three children (whose ends griev’d him more, the more they were of worth) Isander; and Hippolochus; and fair Laodomy, With whom, ev’n Jupiter himself left heav’n itself, to lie, And had by her the man at arms, Sarpedon, call’d divine, The Gods then left him, lest a man should in their glories shine, And set against him; for his son, Isandrus, in a strife Against the valiant Solymi, Mars reft of light and life; Laodamïa, being envied of all the Goddesses, The golden-bridle-handling Queen, the maiden Patroness, Slew with an arrow; and for this he wander’d evermore Alone through his Aleian field, and fed upon the core Of his sad bosom, flying all the loth’d consórts of men. Yet had he one surviv’d to him, of those three childeren, Hippolochus, the root of me; who sent me here with charge That I should always bear me well, and my deserts enlarge Beyond the vulgar, lest I sham’d my race, that far excell’d All that Ephyra’s famous tow’rs, or ample Lycia, held. This is my stock, and this am I.” This cheer’d Tydides’ heart, Who pitch’d his spear down, lean’d, and talk’d in this affectionate part: “Certés, in thy great ancestor, and in mine own, thou art A guest of mine, right ancient. King Oeneus twenty days Detain’d, with feasts, Bellerophon, whom all the world did praise. Betwixt whom mutual gifts were giv’n, My grandsire gave to thine A girdle of Phœnician work, impurpl’d wondrous fine, Thine gave a two-neck’d jug of gold, which, though I use not here, Yet still it is my gem at home. But, if our fathers were Familiar, or each other knew, I know not, since my sire Left me a child, at siege of Thebes, where he left his life’s fire. But let us prove our grandsires’ sons, and be each other’s guests. To Lycia when I come, do thou receive thy friend with feasts; Peloponnesus, with the like, shall thy wish’d presence greet. Mean space, shun we each other here, though in the press we meet. There are enow of Troy beside, and men enow renown’d, To right my pow’rs, whomever heav’n shall let my lance confound, So are there of the Greeks for thee; kill who thou canst. And now, For sign of amity ’twixt us, and that all these may know We glory in th’ hospitious rites our grandsires did commend, Change we our arms before them all.” From horse then both descend, Join hands, give faith, and take; and then did Jupiter elate[3] The mind of Glaucus, who, to show his rev’rence to the state Of virtue in his grandsire’s heart, and gratulate beside