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351–399 With these of old to toils of battle bred,

In early youth my hardy days I led;

Fired with the thirst which virtuous envy breeds,

And smit with love of honourable deeds.

Strongest of men, they pierced the mountain boar,

Ranged the wild deserts red with monsters' gore,

And from their hills the shaggy Centaurs tore.

Yet these with soft persuasive arts I swayed;

When Nestor spoke, they listened and obeyed.

If in my youth e'en these esteemed me wise,

Do you, young warriors, hear my age advice.

Atrides, seize not on the beauteous slave;

That prize the Greeks by common suffrage gave;

Nor thou, Achilles, treat our prince with pride;

Let kings be just, and sovereign power preside.

Thee, the first honours of the war adorn,

Like gods in strength, and of a goddess born;

Him, awful majesty exalts above

The powers of earth, and sceptred sons of Jove,

Let both unite with well-consenting mind;

So shall authority with strength be joined.

Leave me, O king! to calm Achilles' rage;

Rule thou thyself, as more advanced in age.

Forbid it, gods, Achilles should be lost,

The pride of Greece, and bulwark of our host."

This said, he ceased; the king of men replies:

"Thy years are awful, and thy words are wise.

But that imperious, that unconquered soul,

No laws can limit, no respect control:

Before his pride must his superiors fall,

His word the law, and he the lord of all?

Him must our hosts, our chiefs, ourself obey?

What king can bear a rival in his sway?

Grant that the gods his matchless force have given;

Has foul reproach a privilege from heaven?"

Here on the monarch's speech Achilles broke,

And, furious, thus, and interrupting, spoke:

"Tyrant, I well deserved thy galling chain,

To live thy slave, and still to serve in vain,

Should I submit to each unjust decree:

Command thy vassals, but command not me.

Seize on Briseïs, whom the Grecians doomed

My prize of war, yet tamely see resumed;

And seize secure; no more Achilles draws

His conquering sword in any woman's cause.

The gods command me to forgive the past;

But let this first invasion be the last:

For know, thy blood, when next thou dar'st invade,

Shall stream in vengeance on my reeking blade."