To whom in answer Priam, godlike sire:
"Tell me not yet, illustrious chief, to sit
While Hector lies uncared for in the tent,
But let me quickly go, that with mine eyes
I may behold my son; and thou accept
The ample treasures which we tender thee:
Mayst thou enjoy them and in safety reach
Thy native land, since thou hast spared my
life

Then led the herald of the old man in And bade him sit, and from the polished wain

The costly ransom took of Hector's head. Two robes they left, and one well-woven

vest,

To clothe the corpse and send with honor home.

When they had washed the body, and with oil

Anointed, and around it wrapped the robe
And vest, Achilles lifted up the dead
With his own hands and laid him on the
couch,

Which to the polished wain his followers raised.

doors.

But stir not up my anger in my grief,

called:

For no mean ransom, I restore; whereof

Then to the doorway with a lion's spring
Achilles rushed; not unaccompanied :
With him Automedon and Alcimus,
His two attendants of his followers all
Next to the lost Patroclus best-esteemed;
They from the yoke the mules and horses
loosed,

This said, Achilles to the tent returned;
On the carved couch from whence he rose he

sat

Beside the wall, and thus to Priam spoke:

"Old man, thy son, according to thy prayer, Is given thee back; upon the couch he lies; Thyself shalt see him at the dawn of day.

Ah, John! you must remember,

And, John, I can't forget,
When never foot of yours, John,

Was in the ale-house set.
Ah! those were happy times, John;

No quarrels then we knew,
And none were happier in our lane
Than I, dear John, and you.

Then don't go in to-night.

You will not go! John, John, I mind,
When we were courting, few
Had arm as strong or step as firm

Or cheek as red as you;

But drink has stolen your strength, John,
And paled your cheek to white,

Has tottering made your young firm tread
And bowed your manly height.
You'll not go in to-night?

You'll not go in? Think on the day
That made me, John, your wife;

What pleasant talk that day we had
Of all our future life-

Of how your steady earnings, John,
No wasting should consume,
But weekly some new comfort bring
To deck our happy room!

Then don't go in to-night.

To see us, John, as then we dressed-
So tidy, clean and neat-
Brought out all eyes to follow us

As we went down the street.
Ah! little thought our neighbors then,
And we as little thought,
That ever, John, to rags like these
By drink we should be brought.
You won't go in to-night?