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80 Who thus the venerable king addressed:

"Arise, O father of the Trojan state!

The nations call, thy joyful people wait,

To seal the truce, and end the dire debate.

Paris, thy son, and Sparta's king advance,

In measured lists to toss the weighty lance;

And who his rival shall in arms subdue,

His be the dame, and his the treasure too.

Thus with a lasting league our toils may cease,

And Troy possess her fertile fields in peace:

So shall the Greeks review their native shore,

Much famed for generous steeds, for beauty more."

With grief he heard, and bade the chiefs prepare

To join his milk-white coursers to the car:

He mounts the seat, Antenor at his side;

The gentle steeds through Scæa's gates they guide:

Next from the car, descending on the plain,

Amid the Grecian host and Trojan train

Slow they proceed: the sage Ulysses then

Arose, and with him rose the king of men.

On either side a sacred herald stands;

The wine they mix, and on each monarch's hands

Pour the full urn; then draws the Grecian lord

His cutlass, sheathed beside his ponderous sword;

From the signed victims crops the curling hair,

The heralds part it, and the princes share;

Then loudly thus before the attentive bands

He calls the gods, and spreads his lifted hands:

"O first and greatest power! whom all obey,

Who high on Ida's holy mountain sway, Eternal Jove! and you bright Orb that roll From east to west, and view from pole to pole! Thou mother Earth! and all ye living Floods! Infernal Furies, and Tartarean gods, Who rule the dead, and horrid woes prepare For perjured kings, and all who falsely swear! Hear, and be witness. If, by Paris slain, Great Menelaüs press the fatal plain; The dame and treasures let the Trojan keep; And Greece returning plough the watery deep. If by my brother's lance the Trojan bleed, Be his the wealth and beauteous dame decreed: The appointed fine let Ilion justly pay, And age to age record the signal day. This if the Phrygians shall refuse to yield, Arms must revenge, and Mars decide the field." With that the chief the tender victims slew, And in the dust their bleeding bodies threw: