From room to room his pensive daughters roam; Whose shrieks and clamours fill the vaulted dome; Mindful of those, who late their pride and joy, Lie pale and breathless round the fields of Troy! Before the king Jove's messenger appears, And thus in whispers greets his trembling ears: "Fear not, O father! no ill news I bear; From Jove I come, Jove makes thee still his care; For Hector's sake these walls he bids thee leave, And bear what stern Achilles may receive; Alone, for so he wills; no Trojan near, Except, to place the dead with decent care, Some aged herald, who with gentle hand May the slow mules and funeral car command. Nor shalt thou death, nor shall thou danger dread: Safe through the foe by his protection led: Thee Hermes to Pelides shall convey, Guard of thy life, and partner of thy way. Fierce as he is, Achilles' self shall spare Thy age, nor touch one venerable hair; Some thought there must be in a soul so brave, Some sense of duty, some desire to save." She spoke, and vanish'd. Priam bids prepare His gentle mules and harness to the car; There, for the gifts, a polish'd casket lay: His pious sons the king's command obey. Then pass'd the monarch to his bridal-room, Where cedar-beams the lofty roofs perfume, And where the treasures of his empire lay; Then call'd his queen, and thus began to say: "Unhappy consort of a king distress'd! Partake the troubles of thy husband's breast: I saw descend the messenger of Jove, Who bids me try Achilles' mind to move; Forsake these ramparts, and with gifts obtain The corse of Hector, at yon navy slain. Tell me thy thought: my heart impels to go Through hostile camps, and bears me to the foe." The hoary monarch thus. Her piercing cries Sad Hecuba renews, and then replies: "Ah! whither wanders thy distemper'd mind? And where the prudence now that awed mankind? Through Phrygia once and foreign regions known; Now all confused, distr