he lie unwept, and uninterr'd; Soon may thy aged cheeks in tears be drown'd, And all the eyes of Ilion stream around." He said, and, rising, chose the victim ewe With silver fleece, which his attendants slew. The limbs they sever from the reeking hide, With skill prepare them, and in parts divide: Each on the coals the separate morsels lays, And, hasty, snatches from the rising blaze. With bread the glittering canisters they load, Which round the board Automedon bestow'd. The chief himself to each his portion placed, And each indulging shared in sweet repast. When now the rage of hunger was repress'd, The wondering hero eyes his royal guest: No less the royal guest the hero eyes, His godlike aspect and majestic size; Here, youthful grace and noble fire engage; And there, the mild benevolence of age. Thus gazing long, the silence neither broke, (A solemn scene!) at length the father spoke: "Permit me now, beloved of Jove! to steep My careful temples in the dew of sleep: For, since the day that number'd with the dead My hapless son, the dust has been my bed; Soft sleep a stranger to my weeping eyes; My only food, my sorrows and my sighs! Till now, encouraged by the grace you give, I share thy banquet, and consent to live." With that, Achilles bade prepare the bed, With purple soft and shaggy carpets spread; Forth, by the flaming lights, they bend their way, And place the couches, and the coverings lay. Then he: "Now, father, sleep, but sleep not here; Consult thy safety, and forgive my fear, Lest any Argive, at this hour awake, To ask our counsel, or our orders take, Approaching sudden to our open'd tent, Perchance behold thee, and our grace prevent. Should such report thy honour'd person here, The king of men the ransom might defer; But say with speed, if aught of thy desire Remains unask'd; what time the rites require To inter thy Hector? For, so long we stay Our slaughtering