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The AR G U M E N T.
The Death of Hector.
HE Trojans being safe pithin the walls, Hector
approach, and tries to persuade his fon to re-enter the town.. Hecuba joins her entreaties
, but in vain. Hector consults within himself what measures to take ; but at the advance of Achilles, his resolution fails him, and he flies; Achilles purfues him thrice round the walls of Troy. The Gods debate concerning the fate of Hector, at length Minerva defcends to the aid of Achilles. She deludes Hector in the shape of Deiphobus; he stands the combate, and is slain. Achilles drags the dead body at his chariot, in the sight of Priam and Hecuba. Their lamentations, tears and despair. Their cries reach the ears of Andromache, who, ignorant of this, was retired into the inner part of the palace : she mounts up to the walls, and beholds her dead husband. She (woons at the spectacle. Her excess of grief and lamentation. The thirtieth day still continues. The scene lies
whe walls, and on the battlements of Troy.
Τ Η Ε
Erikali.ro Achilles, being Sav'd
from the Waters of Xanthus,& having Slain the unfortunate Hector inhumanlay
, kes him to his Chariot & drags hin in that manner in View of the Trojans.
Τ Η Ε ́
I L I A D.
HUS to their bulwarks, fmit with panick
The hearded Ilians rush like driven deer;
*It is impossible but the whole attention of the reader must be awaken’d in this book : The heroes of the two armies are now to encounter ; all the foregoing bartels have been but so many preludes and under-actions, in order to this great event ; wherein the whole fate of Greece and Troy is to be decided by the sword of Achilles and Hector.
5 Close to the walls advancing o'er the fields,
Beneath one roof of well-compacted shields,
Great Hector singly stay'd; chain'd down by fate; 10 There fix'd he stood before the Scaan gate;
Still his bold arms determin’d to employ,
Apollo now to tir'd Achilles turns;
And what (he cries) has Peleus' fon in view,
What boots thee now, that Troy forfook the plain: 20 Vain thy past labour, and thy present vain :
Safe in their walls are now her troops bestow'd,
This is the book, which of the whole Iliad appears to me the most charming. It affembles in it all that can be imagined of great and important on the one hand, and of tender and melancholy on the other : Terror and Pity are here wrought up in perfection ; and if the reader is not sensible of both in a high degree, either he is utterly void of all talte, or the translator of all skill, in poetry.