Metamorphoses
Ovid
Ovid. The XV bookes of P. Ouidius Naso, entytuled Metamorphosis. Golding, Arthur, translator. London: W. Seres (printer), 1567.
- The Lordes and Capteynes being set toogither with the King,
- And all the souldiers standing round about them in a ring,
- The owner of the sevenfold sheeld, to theis did Ajax ryse.
- And (as he could not brydle wrath) he cast his frowning eyes
- Uppon the shore and on the fleete that there at Anchor lyes
- And throwing up his handes: God and must wee plead (quoth hee)
- Our case before our shippes? and must Ulysses stand with mee?
- But like a wretch he ran his way when Hector came with fyre,
- Which I defending from theis shippes did force him to retyre.
- It easyer is therefore with woordes in print to maynteine stryfe,
- Than for to fyght it out with fists. But neyther I am ryfe
- In woordes, nor hee in deedes. For looke how farre I him excell
- In battell and in feates of armes: so farre beares hee the bell
- From mee in talking. Neyther think I requisite to tell
- My actes among you. You your selves have seene them verry well.
- But let Ulysses tell you his doone all in hudther mudther,
- And wherunto the only nyght is privy and none other.
- The pryse is great (I doo confesse) for which wee stryve. But yit
- It is dishonour unto mee, for that in clayming it
- So bace a persone standeth in contention for the same.
- To think it myne already, ought to counted bee no shame
- Nor pryde in mee: although the thing of ryght great valew bee
- Of which Ulysses standes in hope. For now alreadye hee
- Hath wonne the honour of this pryse, in that when he shall sit
- Besydes the cuishon, he may brag he strave with mee for it.
- And though I wanted valiantnesse, yit should nobilitee
- Make with mee. I of Telamon am knowne the sonne to bee
- Who under valeant Hercules the walles of Troy did scale,
- And in the shippe of Pagasa to Colchos land did sayle.
- His father was that Aeacus whoo executeth ryght
- Among the ghostes where Sisyphus heaves up with all his myght
- The massye stone ay tumbling downe. The hyghest Jove of all
- Acknowledgeth this Aeacus, and dooth his sonne him call.
- Thus am I Ajax third from Jove. Yit let this Pedegree,
- O Achyves, in this case of myne avaylable not bee,
- Onlesse I proove it fully with Achylles to agree.
- He was my brother, and I clayme that was my brothers. Why
- Shouldst thou that art of Sisyphs blood, and for to filch and lye
- Expressest him in every poynt, by foorged pedegree
- Aly thee to the Aeacyds, as though we did not see
- Thee to the house of Aeacus a straunger for to bee?
- And is it reason that you should this armour mee denye
- Bycause I former was in armes, and needed not a spye
- To fetch mee foorth? Or think you him more woorthye it to have,
- That came to warrefare hindermost, and feynd himself to rave,
- Bycause he would have shund the warre? untill a suttler head
- And more unprofitable for himself, sir Palamed,
- Escryde the crafty fetches of his fearefull hart, and drew
- Him foorth a warfare which he sought so cowardly to eschew?
- Must he now needes enjoy the best and richest armour, whoo
- Would none at all have worne onlesse he forced were thertoo?
- And I with shame bee put besyde my cousin germanes gifts
- Bycause to shun the formest brunt of warres I sought no shifts?
- Would God this mischeef mayster had in verrye deede beene mad,
- Or else beleeved so to bee: and that wee never had
- Brought such a panion unto Troy. Then should not Paeans sonne
- In Lemnos like an outlawe to the shame of all us wonne.
- Who lurking now (as men report) in woodes and caves, dooth move
- The verry flints with syghes and grones, and prayers to God above
- To send Ulysses his desert. Which prayer (if there bee
- A God) must one day take effect. And now beehold how hee
- By othe a Souldier of our Camp, yea and as well as wee
- A Capteine too, alas, (who was by Hercules assignde
- To have the keeping of his shafts,) with payne and hungar pynde,
- Is clad and fed with fowles, and dribs his arrowes up and downe
- At birds, which were by destinye preparde to stroy Troy towne.
- Yit liveth hee bycause hee is not still in companie
- With sly Ulysses. Palamed that wretched knyght perdie,
- Would eeke he had abandond beene. For then should still the same
- Have beene alyve: or at the least have dyde without our shame.
- But this companion bearing (ah) too well in wicked mynd
- His madnesse which sir Palamed by wisdome out did fynd,
- Appeached him of treason that he practysde to betray
- The Greekish hoste. And for to vouch the fact, he shewd streyght way
- A masse of goold that he himself had hidden in his tent,
- And forged Letters which he feynd from Priam to bee sent.
- Thus eyther by his murthring men or else by banishment
- Abateth hee the Greekish strength. This is Ulysses fyght.
- This is the feare he puttes men in. But though he had more might
- Than Nestor hath, in eloquence he shal not compasse mee
- To think his leawd abandoning of Nestor for to bee
- No fault: who beeing cast behynd by wounding of his horse,
- And slowe with age, with calling on Ulysses waxing hoarce,
- Was nerethelesse betrayd by him. Sir Diomed knowes this cryme
- Is unsurmysde. For he himselfe did at that present tyme
- Rebuke him oftentymes by name, and feercely him upbrayd
- With flying from his fellowe so who stood in neede of ayd.
- With ryghtfull eyes dooth God behold the deedes of mortall men.
- Lo, he that helped not his freend wants help himself agen.
- And as he did forsake his freend in tyme of neede: so hee
- Did in the selfsame perrill fall forsaken for to bee.
- He made a rod to beat himself. He calld and cryed out
- Uppon his fellowes. Streight I came: and there I saw the lout
- Bothe quake and shake for feare of death, and looke as pale as clout.
- I set my sheeld betweene him and his foes, and him bestrid:
- And savde the dastards lyfe. Small prayse redoundes of that I did.
- But if thou wilt contend with mee, lets to the selfesame place
- Agein: bee wounded as thou wart: and in the foresayd case
- Of feare, beset about with foes: cowch underneath my sheeld:
- And then contend thou with mee there amid the open feeld.
- Howbee't, I had no sooner rid this champion of his foes,
- But where for woundes he scarce before could totter on his toes,
- He ran away apace, as though he nought at all did ayle.
- Anon commes Hector to the feeld and bringeth at his tayle
- The Goddes. Not only thy hart there (Ulysses) did thee fayle,
- But even the stowtest courages and stomacks gan to quayle.
- So great a terrour brought he in. Yit in the midds of all
- His bloody ruffe, I coapt with him, and with a foyling fall
- Did overthrowe him to the ground. Another tyme, when hee
- Did make a chalendge, you my Lordes by lot did choose out mee,
- And I did match him hand to hand. Your wisshes were not vayne.
- For if you aske mee what successe our combate did obteine,
- I came away unvanquished. Behold the men of Troy
- Brought fyre and swoord, and all the feendes our navye to destroy.
- And where was slye Ulysses then with all his talk so smooth?
- This brest of myne was fayne to fence your thousand shippes forsooth,
- The hope of your returning home. For saving that same day
- So many shippes, this armour give. But (if that I shall say
- The truth) the greater honour now this armour beares away.
- And our renownes togither link. For (as of reason ought)
- An Ajax for this armour, not an armour now is sought
- For Ajax.
- Let Dulychius match with theis, the horses whyght
- Of Rhesus, dastard Dolon, and the coward carpetknyght
- King Priams Helen, and the stelth of Palladye by nyght.
- Of all theis things was nothing doone by day nor nothing wrought
- Without the helpe of Diomed. And therefore if yee thought
- To give them to so small deserts, devyde the same, and let
- Sir Diomed have the greater part. But what should Ithacus get
- And if he had them, who dooth all his matters in the dark,
- Who never weareth armour, who shootes ay at his owne mark
- To trappe his fo by stelth unwares? The very headpeece may
- With brightnesse of the glistring gold his privie feates bewray
- And shew him lurking. Neyther well of force Dulychius were
- The weyght of great Achilles helme uppon his pate to weare.
- It cannot but a burthen bee (and that ryght great) to beare
- (With those same shrimpish armes of his) Achilles myghty speare.
- Agen his target graven with the whole huge world theron
- Agrees not with a fearefull hand, and cheefly such a one
- As taketh filching even by kynd. Thou Lozell, thou doost seeke
- A gift that will but weaken thee, which if the folk of Greeke
- Shall give thee through theyr oversyght, it will be unto thee
- Occasion, of thyne emnyes spoyld not feared for to bee,
- And flyght (wherein thou, coward, thou all others mayst outbrag)
- Will hindred bee when after thee such masses thou shalt drag.
- Moreover this thy sheeld that feeles so seeld the force of fyght
- Is sound. But myne is gasht and hakt and stricken thurrough quyght
- A thousand tymes, with bearing blowes. And therfore myne must walk
- And put another in his stead. But what needes all this talk?
- Lets now bee seene another whyle what eche of us can doo.
- The thickest of our armed foes this armour throwe into,
- And bid us fetch the same fro thence. And which of us dooth fetch
- The same away, reward yee him therewith. Thus farre did stretch
- The woordes of Ajax. At the ende whereof there did ensew
- A muttring of the souldiers, till Laertis sonne the prew
- Stood up, and raysed soberly his eyliddes from the ground
- (On which he had a little whyle them pitched in a stound)
- And looking on the noblemen who longd his woordes to heere
- He thus began with comly grace and sober pleasant cheere:
- My Lordes, if my desyre and yours myght erst have taken place,
- It should not at this present tyme have beene a dowtfull cace,
- What person hath most ryght to this great pryse for which wee stryve.
- Achilles should his armour have, and wee still him alyve.
- Whom sith that cruell destinie to both of us denyes,
- (With that same woord as though he wept, he wypte his watry eyes)
- What wyght of reason rather ought to bee Achilles heyre,
- Than he through whom to this your camp Achilles did repayre?
- Alonly let it not avayle sir Ajax heere, that hee
- Is such a dolt and grossehead, as he shewes himself to bee
- Ne let my wit (which ay hath done you good, O Greekes) hurt mee.
- But suffer this mine eloquence (such as it is) which now
- Dooth for his mayster speake, and oft ere this hath spoke for yow,
- Bee undisdeynd. Let none refuse his owne good gifts he brings.
- For as for stocke and auncetors, and other such like things
- Wherof our selves no fownders are, I scarcely dare them graunt
- To bee our owne. But forasmuch as Ajax makes his vaunt
- To bee the fowrth from Jove: even Jove the founder is also
- Of my house: and than fowre descents I am from him no mo.
- Laertes is my father, and Arcesius his, and hee
- Begotten was of Jupiter. And in this pedegree
- Is neyther any damned soule, nor outlaw as yee see.
- Moreover by my moothers syde I come of Mercuree,
- Another honor to my house. Thus both by fathers syde
- And moothers (as you may perceyve) I am to Goddes alyde.
- But neyther for bycause I am a better gentleman
- Then Ajax by the moothers syde, nor that my father can
- Avouch himself ungiltye of his brothers blood, doo I
- This armour clayme. Wey you the case by merits uprightly,
- Provyded no prerogatyve of birthryght Ajax beare,
- For that his father Telamon, and Peleus brothers were.
- Let only prowesse in this pryse the honour beare away.
- Or if the case on kinrid or on birthryght seeme to stay,
- His father Peleus is alive, and Pyrrhus eeke his sonne.
- What tytle then can Ajax make? This geere of ryght should woone
- To Phthya, or to Scyros Ile. And Tewcer is as well
- Achilles uncle as is hee. Yit dooth not Tewcer mell.
- And if he did, should hee obteyne? Well, sith the cace dooth rest
- On tryall which of us can prove his dooings to bee best,
- I needes must say my deedes are mo than well I can expresse:
- Yit will I shew them orderly as neere as I can gesse.
- Foreknowing that her sonne should dye, the Lady Thetis hid
- Achilles in a maydes attyre. By which fyne slyght shee did
- All men deceyve, and Ajax too. This armour in a packe
- With other womens tryflyng toyes I caryed on my backe,
- A bayte to treyne a manly hart. Appareld like a mayd
- Achilles tooke the speare and sheeld in hand, and with them playd.
- Then sayd I: O thou Goddesse sonne, why shouldst thou bee afrayd
- To raze great Troy, whoose overthrowe for thee is onely stayd?
- And laying hand uppon him I did send him (as you see)
- To valeant dooings meete for such a valeant man as hee.
- And therfore all the deedes of him are my deedes. I did wound
- King Teleph with his speare, and when he lay uppon the ground,
- I was intreated with the speare to heale him safe and sound.
- That Thebe lyeth overthrowne, is my deede. You must think
- I made the folk of Tenedos and Lesbos for to shrink.
- Both Chryse and Cillas, Phebus townes, and Scyros I did take.
- And my ryght hand Lyrnessus walles to ground did levell make.
- I gave you him that should confound (besydes a number mo)
- The valeant Hector. Hector, that our most renowmed fo,
- Is slayne by mee. This armour heere I sue agein to have
- This armour by the which I found Achilles. I it gave
- Achilles whyle he was alive: and now that he is gone
- I clayme it as myne owne agein. What tyme the greefe of one
- Had perst the harts of all the Greekes, and that our thousand sayle
- At Awlis by Ewboya stayd, bycause the wyndes did fayle,
- Continewing eyther none at all or cleene ageinst us long,
- And that our Agamemnon was by destnyes overstrong
- Commaunded for to sacrifyse his giltlesse daughter to
- Diana, which her father then refusing for to doo
- Was angry with the Godds themselves, and though he were a king
- Continued also fatherlyke: by reason, I did bring
- His gentle nature to relent for publike profits sake.
- I must confesse (whereat his grace shall no displeasure take)
- Before a parciall judge I undertooke a ryght hard cace.
- Howbeeit for his brothers sake, and for the royall mace
- Committed, and his peoples weale, at length he was content
- To purchace prayse wyth blood. Then was I to the moother sent,
- Who not perswaded was to bee, but compast with sum guyle.
- Had Ajax on this errand gone, our shippes had all this whyle
- Lyne still there yit for want of wynd. Moreover I was sent
- To Ilion as ambassadour. I boldly thither went,
- And entred and behilld the Court, wherin there was as then
- Great store of princes, Dukes, Lords, knyghts, and other valeant men.
- And yit I boldly nerethelesse my message did at large
- The which the whole estate of Greece had given mee erst in charge.
- I made complaint of Paris, and accusde him to his head.
- Demaunding restitution of Queene Helen that same sted
- And of the bootye with her tane. Both Priamus the king
- And eeke Antenor his alye the woordes of mee did sting.
- And Paris and his brothers, and the resdew of his trayne
- That under him had made the spoyle, could hard and scarce refrayne
- There wicked hands. You, Menelay, doo know I doo not feyne.
- And that day was the first in which wee joyntly gan susteyne
- A tast of perrills, store whereof did then behind remayne.