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P. OVID'S METAMORPHOSES. Book V.
147
Combat is obftinate and bloody on both fides, in whiqh Perfeus gives
glorious and diftinguishing Proofs of his Courage.
"S3D, Umque ea Cephenum
medio Dandeius he-
ros
Agmine commemorat i
fremitu regalia tur-
bae
Atria complentur: nec
conjugialia fefa
Quicanat, ejl clamors Jed qui fera nuntiet
arma.
Inque repentinos cowuivia verfa tumultus 5
Adfmulare freto pojfis: quod faeva quietum
Ventorum rabies motis exafperat undis.
Primus in his Phineus, belli temerarius auclor,
Fraxineam quatiens aeratae cufpidis hajlam >
En,ait,en adfum praereptae conjugis ultor. 10
JSfec mihi tepennae,nec falfum verfus in aurum
Juppiter, eripient. conanti mitt ere Cepheus,
Quid facis? exclamat; quae te, germane fu-
rentem
Aiens agit in facinus ? meritisne haec gratia
tantis
Redditur? hac vitamfervatae dote rependis? I y
Quam tibi non Perfeus, verum Ji quaeris,
ademit:
Sed grave Nereidum numen 3 fed corniger
Ammon,
Sed quae <vifceribus veniebat bellua ponto
Exfaturanda meis. illo tibi tempore raptaeft,
Quo periturafuit. nififi, crudelis, id ipfum 20
Exigis, ut pereat: luBuque levabere nojlro.
Scilicet haud fat is efi, quod, te fpe&ante ,re-
<vincrta eft;
Et nullam quod opem patruus Jponfusve tu-
lijli:
Infuper, a quoquam quod fit fervata, dolebis >
Praemiaque eripies ? quae fi tibi magna vi-
dentun ' 25
Ex illis fcopulis; ubi erant adfixa, petKiffes;
Nunc fine, qui petiit, per quern non orb a fi-
ne Bus,
Ferre, quod & meritis & voce ejl paffus:
eumque
JSfon tibi, fed certae praelatum intellige morti.
Be nihil contrafed & hunc,& Perfeavultu 30
Alterno fpecT;ans,petat hunc ignorat, an ilium.
Cunttatusque brevi^ contort am viribus haftam,
Quant as ira dab at, nequicquam in Perfea mifit,
Ut Jletit ilia toro tjlratis turn denique Perfeus
Tom. I. Exfiluit;
Hile Perfeus entertain'd
, with this Report
His Father Cepheus, and
the lift'ning Court,
Within the Palace Walls
was heard aloud
The roaring Noifc of
fome unruly Crowd;
Not like the Songs which chcarful Friends prepare
For nuptial Days,but Sounds that threaten'd Warj
And all die Pleafures of this happy Feaft,
To Tumult turn'd, in wild Diforder ceas'd ;
So, when the Sea is calm, we often find
A Storm rais'd fudden by Ibme furious Wind.
Chief in the Riot Phineus firft appear'd,
The rafli Ringleader of this boift'rous Herd,
And brandilhing his brazen-pointed Lance,
Behold, he Giid, an injur'd Man advance,
Stung with Refentment for his ravifli'd Wife,
Nor fliall thy Wings, O Perfeus, fave thy Lifej
Nor Jove himfelf; tho' we've been often told
He got thee in the Form of tempting Gold.
His Lance was aim'd when Cepheus ran, and raid,
Hold, Brother, hold-y what brutal Rage has made
Your frantick Mind fb black a Crime conceive >
Are thefe the Thanks that you to Perfeus give i
This the Reward that to his Worth you pay, '
Whole timely Valour lav'd Andromeda i
Nor was it he, if you would reafon right,
That fore'd her from you, but the jealous Spight
Of envious Nereids, and Jove's high Decree j
And that devouring Monfter of the Sea,
That ready with his Jaws wide-gaping flood
To eat my Child, the faireft of my Blood.
You loft her then, when Hie leem'd paft Relief,
And wifli'd perhaps her Death, to eafe your Grief
With my Afflictions: Not content to view
Andromeda in Chains, unhelp'd by you,
Her Spoufe, and Uncle j will you grieve that he
Expos'd his Life the dying Maid to free >
And fliall you claim his Merit ? Had you thought
Her Charms Co great,you fliou'd have bravely fought
That BleiTing on the Rock, where fix'd fhe lay:
But now let Perfeus bear his Prize away,
By Service gain'd, by promis'd Faith pofTefs'd;
To him I owe it, that my Age is blefs'd
Still with a Child: Nor think that I prefer
Perfeus to thee, but to the Lofs of her.
Phineus on him, and Perfeus roll'd about
His Eyes in filcnt Rage, and leem'd to doubt
Which to deftroy; till, refolute at length,
He threw his Spear with the redoubled Strength
His Fury gave him, and at Perfeus ftruck ■>
But milling Perfeus, in his Seat it ftuck.
T % Who,
147
Combat is obftinate and bloody on both fides, in whiqh Perfeus gives
glorious and diftinguishing Proofs of his Courage.
"S3D, Umque ea Cephenum
medio Dandeius he-
ros
Agmine commemorat i
fremitu regalia tur-
bae
Atria complentur: nec
conjugialia fefa
Quicanat, ejl clamors Jed qui fera nuntiet
arma.
Inque repentinos cowuivia verfa tumultus 5
Adfmulare freto pojfis: quod faeva quietum
Ventorum rabies motis exafperat undis.
Primus in his Phineus, belli temerarius auclor,
Fraxineam quatiens aeratae cufpidis hajlam >
En,ait,en adfum praereptae conjugis ultor. 10
JSfec mihi tepennae,nec falfum verfus in aurum
Juppiter, eripient. conanti mitt ere Cepheus,
Quid facis? exclamat; quae te, germane fu-
rentem
Aiens agit in facinus ? meritisne haec gratia
tantis
Redditur? hac vitamfervatae dote rependis? I y
Quam tibi non Perfeus, verum Ji quaeris,
ademit:
Sed grave Nereidum numen 3 fed corniger
Ammon,
Sed quae <vifceribus veniebat bellua ponto
Exfaturanda meis. illo tibi tempore raptaeft,
Quo periturafuit. nififi, crudelis, id ipfum 20
Exigis, ut pereat: luBuque levabere nojlro.
Scilicet haud fat is efi, quod, te fpe&ante ,re-
<vincrta eft;
Et nullam quod opem patruus Jponfusve tu-
lijli:
Infuper, a quoquam quod fit fervata, dolebis >
Praemiaque eripies ? quae fi tibi magna vi-
dentun ' 25
Ex illis fcopulis; ubi erant adfixa, petKiffes;
Nunc fine, qui petiit, per quern non orb a fi-
ne Bus,
Ferre, quod & meritis & voce ejl paffus:
eumque
JSfon tibi, fed certae praelatum intellige morti.
Be nihil contrafed & hunc,& Perfeavultu 30
Alterno fpecT;ans,petat hunc ignorat, an ilium.
Cunttatusque brevi^ contort am viribus haftam,
Quant as ira dab at, nequicquam in Perfea mifit,
Ut Jletit ilia toro tjlratis turn denique Perfeus
Tom. I. Exfiluit;
Hile Perfeus entertain'd
, with this Report
His Father Cepheus, and
the lift'ning Court,
Within the Palace Walls
was heard aloud
The roaring Noifc of
fome unruly Crowd;
Not like the Songs which chcarful Friends prepare
For nuptial Days,but Sounds that threaten'd Warj
And all die Pleafures of this happy Feaft,
To Tumult turn'd, in wild Diforder ceas'd ;
So, when the Sea is calm, we often find
A Storm rais'd fudden by Ibme furious Wind.
Chief in the Riot Phineus firft appear'd,
The rafli Ringleader of this boift'rous Herd,
And brandilhing his brazen-pointed Lance,
Behold, he Giid, an injur'd Man advance,
Stung with Refentment for his ravifli'd Wife,
Nor fliall thy Wings, O Perfeus, fave thy Lifej
Nor Jove himfelf; tho' we've been often told
He got thee in the Form of tempting Gold.
His Lance was aim'd when Cepheus ran, and raid,
Hold, Brother, hold-y what brutal Rage has made
Your frantick Mind fb black a Crime conceive >
Are thefe the Thanks that you to Perfeus give i
This the Reward that to his Worth you pay, '
Whole timely Valour lav'd Andromeda i
Nor was it he, if you would reafon right,
That fore'd her from you, but the jealous Spight
Of envious Nereids, and Jove's high Decree j
And that devouring Monfter of the Sea,
That ready with his Jaws wide-gaping flood
To eat my Child, the faireft of my Blood.
You loft her then, when Hie leem'd paft Relief,
And wifli'd perhaps her Death, to eafe your Grief
With my Afflictions: Not content to view
Andromeda in Chains, unhelp'd by you,
Her Spoufe, and Uncle j will you grieve that he
Expos'd his Life the dying Maid to free >
And fliall you claim his Merit ? Had you thought
Her Charms Co great,you fliou'd have bravely fought
That BleiTing on the Rock, where fix'd fhe lay:
But now let Perfeus bear his Prize away,
By Service gain'd, by promis'd Faith pofTefs'd;
To him I owe it, that my Age is blefs'd
Still with a Child: Nor think that I prefer
Perfeus to thee, but to the Lofs of her.
Phineus on him, and Perfeus roll'd about
His Eyes in filcnt Rage, and leem'd to doubt
Which to deftroy; till, refolute at length,
He threw his Spear with the redoubled Strength
His Fury gave him, and at Perfeus ftruck ■>
But milling Perfeus, in his Seat it ftuck.
T % Who,