THE ARGUMENT. THE SINGLE COMBAT OF HECTOR AND AJAX. THE battle renewing with double ardour upon the return of Hector, Minerva is under apprehensions for the Greeks. Apollo, seeing her descend from Olympus, joins her near the Scæan gate. They agree to put off the general engagement for that day, and incite Hector to challenge the Greeks to a single combat. Nine of the princes accepting the challenge, the lot is cast, and falls npon Ajax. These heroes, after several attacks, are parted by the night. The Trojans calling a council, Antenor proposes the delivery of Helen to the Greeks; to which Paris will not consent, but offers to restore them her riches. Priam sends a herald to make this offer, and to demand a truce for burning the dead; the last of which only is agreed to by Agamemnon. When the funerals are performed, the Greeks, pursuant to the advice of Nestor, erect a fortification to protect their fleet and camp, flanked with towers, and defended by a ditch and palisades. Neptune testifies his jealousy at this work, but is pacified by a promise from Jupiter. Both armies pass the night in feasting; but Jupiter disheartens the Trojans with thunder, and other signs of his wrath. The three-and-twentieth day ends with the duel of Hector and Ajax: the next day the truce is agreed: another is taken up in the funeral rites of the slain; and one more in building the fortification before the ships. So that somewhat above three days is employed in this book. The scene lies wholly in the field. THE ILIAD. BOOK VII. So spoke the guardian of the Trojan state, Both breathing slaughter, both resolv'd in arms. When now Minerva saw her Argives slain, From vast Olympus to the gleaming plain Fierce she descends: Apollo mark'd her flight, Nor shot less swift from Ilion's towery height. Radiant they met, beneath the beechen shade; When thus Apollo to the blue-ey'd maid: 'What cause, O daughter of almighty Jove! Thus wings thy progress from the realms above! Once more impetuous dost thou bend thy way, To give to Greece the long-divided day? Too much has Troy already felt thy hate, Now breathe thy rage, and hush the stern debate ; This day, the business of the field suspend; War soon shall kindle, and great Ilion bend; Since vengeful goddesses confederate join To raze her walls, though built by hands divine.' To whom the progeny of Jove replies :'I left, for this, the council of the skies: But who shall bid conflicting hosts forbear, What art shall calm the furious sons of war? To her the god: 'Great Hector's soul incite To dare the boldest Greek to single fight, Till Greece, provok'd, from all her numbers show A warrior worthy to be Hector's foe.' At this agreed, the heavenly powers withdrew; Receive my words: thy friend and brother hear! For not this day shall end thy glorious date; He said the warrior heard the word with joy; Thus in thick orders settling wide around, 'Hear, all ye Trojan, all ye Grecian bands, What my soul prompts, and what some god commands. Great Jove, averse our warfare to compose, |