Forth from thy bed, nor gavest me precious
word
To be remember’d day and night with tears.
So spake she weeping, whom her maidens all
With sighs accompanied, and her complaint 940
Mingled with sobs Hecuba next began.
Ah Hector! dearest to thy mother’s heart
Of all her sons, much must the Gods have loved
Thee living, whom, though dead, they thus preserve.
What son soever of our house beside 945
Achilles took, over the barren deep
To Samos, Imbrus, or to Lemnos girt
With rocks inhospitable, him he sold;
But thee, by his dread spear of life deprived,
He dragg’d and dragg’d around Patroclus’ tomb, 950
As if to raise again his friend to life
Whom thou hadst vanquish’d; yet he raised him not.
But as for thee, thou liest here with dew
Besprinkled, fresh as a young plant,[18] and more
Resemblest some fair youth by gentle shafts 955
Of Phoebus pierced, than one in battle slain.
So spake the Queen, exciting in all hearts
Sorrow immeasurable, after whom
Thus Helen, third, her lamentation pour’d.
[19]Ah dearer far than all my brothers else 960
Of Priam’s house! for being Paris’ spouse,
Who brought me (would I had first died!) to Troy,
I call thy brothers mine; since forth I came
From Sparta, it is now the twentieth year,
Yet never heard I once hard speech from thee, 965
Or taunt morose, but if it ever chanced,
That of thy father’s house female or male
Blamed me, and even if herself the Queen
(For in the King, whate’er befell, I found
Always a father) thou hast interposed 970
Thy gentle temper and thy gentle speech
To soothe them; therefore, with the same sad drops
Thy fate, oh Hector! and my own I weep;
For other friend within the ample bounds
Of Ilium have I none, nor hope to hear 975
Kind word again, with horror view’d by all.
So Helen spake weeping, to whom with groans
The countless multitude replied, and thus
Their ancient sovereign next his people charged.
Ye Trojans, now bring fuel home, nor fear 980
Close ambush of the Greeks; Achilles’ self
Gave me, at my dismission from his fleet,
Assurance, that from hostile force secure
We shall remain, till the twelfth dawn arise.
All, then, their mules and oxen to the wains 985
Join’d speedily, and under Ilium’s walls
Assembled numerous; nine whole days they toil’d,
Bringing much fuel home, and when the tenth
Bright morn, with light for human kind, arose,
Then bearing noble Hector forth, with tears 990
Shed copious, on the summit of the pile
They placed him, and the fuel fired beneath.
To be remember’d day and night with tears.
So spake she weeping, whom her maidens all
With sighs accompanied, and her complaint 940
Mingled with sobs Hecuba next began.
Ah Hector! dearest to thy mother’s heart
Of all her sons, much must the Gods have loved
Thee living, whom, though dead, they thus preserve.
What son soever of our house beside 945
Achilles took, over the barren deep
To Samos, Imbrus, or to Lemnos girt
With rocks inhospitable, him he sold;
But thee, by his dread spear of life deprived,
He dragg’d and dragg’d around Patroclus’ tomb, 950
As if to raise again his friend to life
Whom thou hadst vanquish’d; yet he raised him not.
But as for thee, thou liest here with dew
Besprinkled, fresh as a young plant,[18] and more
Resemblest some fair youth by gentle shafts 955
Of Phoebus pierced, than one in battle slain.
So spake the Queen, exciting in all hearts
Sorrow immeasurable, after whom
Thus Helen, third, her lamentation pour’d.
[19]Ah dearer far than all my brothers else 960
Of Priam’s house! for being Paris’ spouse,
Who brought me (would I had first died!) to Troy,
I call thy brothers mine; since forth I came
From Sparta, it is now the twentieth year,
Yet never heard I once hard speech from thee, 965
Or taunt morose, but if it ever chanced,
That of thy father’s house female or male
Blamed me, and even if herself the Queen
(For in the King, whate’er befell, I found
Always a father) thou hast interposed 970
Thy gentle temper and thy gentle speech
To soothe them; therefore, with the same sad drops
Thy fate, oh Hector! and my own I weep;
For other friend within the ample bounds
Of Ilium have I none, nor hope to hear 975
Kind word again, with horror view’d by all.
So Helen spake weeping, to whom with groans
The countless multitude replied, and thus
Their ancient sovereign next his people charged.
Ye Trojans, now bring fuel home, nor fear 980
Close ambush of the Greeks; Achilles’ self
Gave me, at my dismission from his fleet,
Assurance, that from hostile force secure
We shall remain, till the twelfth dawn arise.
All, then, their mules and oxen to the wains 985
Join’d speedily, and under Ilium’s walls
Assembled numerous; nine whole days they toil’d,
Bringing much fuel home, and when the tenth
Bright morn, with light for human kind, arose,
Then bearing noble Hector forth, with tears 990
Shed copious, on the summit of the pile
They placed him, and the fuel fired beneath.