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198 Rich silver plates his shining car infold;

His solid arms, refulgent, flame with gold; No mortal shoulders suit the glorious load, Celestial panoply, to grace a god! Let me, unhappy, to your fleet be borne, Or leave me here, a captive's fate to mourn, In cruel chains; till your return reveal The truth or falsehood of the news I tell." To this Tydides, with a gloomy frown: "Think not to live, though all the truth be shewn; Shall we dismiss thee, in some future strife To risk more bravely thy now forfeit life? Or that again our camps thou mayst explore? No—once a traitor, thou betrayest no more." Sternly he spoke, and, as the wretch prepared With humble blandishment to stroke his beard, Like lightning swift the wrathful faulchion flew, Divides the neck, and cuts the nerves in two; One instant snatched his trembling soul to hell, The head, yet speaking, muttered as it fell. The furry helmet from his brow they tear, The wolf's grey hide, the unbended bow and spear; These great Ulysses lifting to the skies, To favouring Pallas dedicates the prize: "Great queen of arms! receive this hostile spoil, And let the Thracian steeds reward our toil: Thee first of all the heavenly host we praise; O speed our labours, and direct our ways!" This said, the spoils, with dropping gore defaced, High on a spreading tamarisk he placed; Then heaped with reeds and gathered boughs the plain, To guide their footsteps to the place again. Through the still night they cross the devious fields, Slippery with blood, o'er arms and heaps of shields. Arriving where the Thracian squadrons lay, And eased in sleep the labours of the day. Ranged in three lines they view the prostrate band: The horses yoked beside each warrior stand; Their arms in order on the ground reclined, Through the brown shade the fulgid weapons shined; Amidst, lay Rhesus, stretched in sleep profound, And the white steeds behind his chariot bound. The welcome sight Ulysses first descries, And points to Diomed the tempting prize: "The man, the coursers, and the car behold! Described by Dolon with the arms of gold. Now, brave Tydides, now thy courage try, Approach the chariot, and the steeds untie; Or if thy soul aspire to fiercer deeds,