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first to gather friends, with them t’ oppose If fortune favour’d, and repel the foes; Spurr’d by my courage, by my country fir’d, With sense of honour and revenge inspir’d.
“Pantheus, Apollo’s priest, a sacred name, Had scap’d the Grecian swords, and pass’d the flame: With relics loaden, to my doors he fled, And by the hand his tender grandson led. ‘What hope, O Pantheus? whither can we run? Where make a stand? and what may yet be done?’ Scarce had I said, when Pantheus, with a groan: ‘Troy is no more, and Ilium was a town! The fatal day, th’ appointed hour, is come, When wrathful Jove’s irrevocable doom Transfers the Trojan state to Grecian hands. The fire consumes the town, the foe commands; And armed hosts, an unexpected force, Break from the bowels of the fatal horse. Within the gates, proud Sinon throws about The flames; and foes for entrance press without, With thousand others, whom I fear to name, More than from Argos or Mycenae came. To sev’ral posts their parties they divide; Some block the narrow streets, some scour the wide: The bold they kill, th’ unwary they surprise; Who fights finds death, and death finds him who flies. The warders of the gate but scarce maintain Th’ unequal combat, and resist in vain.’
“I heard; and Heav’n, that well-born souls inspires, Prompts me thro’ lifted swords and rising fires To run where clashing arms and clamour calls, And rush undaunted to defend the walls. Ripheus and Iph’itas by my side engage, For valour one renown’d, and one for age. Dymas and Hypanis by moonlight knew My motions and my mien, and to my party drew; With young Coroebus, who by love was led To win renown and fair Cassandra’s bed, And lately brought his troops to Priam’s aid, Forewarn’d in vain by the prophetic maid. Whom when I saw resolv’d in arms to fall, And that one spirit animated all: ‘Brave souls!’ said I, ‘but brave, alas! in vain: Come, finish what our cruel fates ordain. You see the desp’rate state of our affairs, And heav’n’s protecting pow’rs are deaf to pray’rs. The passive gods behold the Greeks defile Their temples, and abandon to the spoil Their own abodes: we, feeble few, conspire To save a sinking town, involv’d in fire. Then let us fall, but fall amidst our foes: Despair of life the means of living shows.’ So bold a speech incourag’d their desire Of death, and added fuel to their fire.