Ulysses took th’ advantage of their fright; Call’d Calchas, and produc’d in open sight: Then bade him name the wretch, ordain’d by fate The public victim, to redeem the state.
Redeem yourselves and me from that disgrace.
What are his vain designs! what hopes he more From his long ling’ring on a hostile shore, Regardless to redeem his honor lost, And for his race to gain th’ Ausonian coast!
O country lost, and gods redeem’d in vain, If still in endless exile we remain!
The bulls, redeem’d, breathe open air again.
Thus in her crime her confidence she plac’d, And with new treasons would redeem the past.
Cloy’d with possession, he forsook my bed, And Helen’s lovely daughter sought to wed; Then me to Trojan Helenus resign’d, And his two slaves in equal marriage join’d; Till young Orestes, pierc’d with deep despair, And longing to redeem the promis’d fair, Before Apollo’s altar slew the ravisher.
How much too dear has that redemption cost!
He fires the breast of Tarchon with disdain, And sends him to redeem th’ abandon’d plain.
Your timely succor to your country bring, Haste to the rescue, and redeem your king.
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If Orpheus, arm’d with his enchanting lyre, The ruthless king with pity could inspire, And from the shades below redeem his wife; If Pollux, off’ring his alternate life, Could free his brother, and can daily go By turns aloft, by turns descend belowWhy name I Theseus, or his greater friend, Who trod the downward path, and upward could ascend?
Behold Torquatus the same track pursue; And, next, the two devoted Decii view: The Drusian line, Camillus loaded home With standards well redeem’d, and foreign foes o’ercome The pair you see in equal armor shine, Now, friends below, in close embraces join; But, when they leave the shady realms of night, And, cloth’d in bodies, breathe your upper light, With mortal hate each other shall pursue: What wars, what wounds, what slaughter shall ensue!
" ’T was night, when ev’ry creature, void of cares, The common gift of balmy slumber shares: The statues of my gods (for such they seem’d), Those gods whom I from flaming Troy redeem’d, Before me stood, majestically bright, Full in the beams of Phoebe’s ent’ring light.
Then, thankless for a life redeem’d by shame, With sense of honor stung, and forfeit fame, Fearful besides of what in fight had pass’d, His hands and haggard eyes to heav’n he cast; "O Jove!" he cried, "for what offense have Deserv’d to bear this endless infamy?
Or, if by dearer ties you may be won, By your dead sire, and by your living son, Redeem from this reproach my wand’ring ghost; Or with your navy seek the Velin coast, And in a peaceful grave my corpse compose; Or, if a nearer way your mother shows, Without whose aid you durst not undertake This frightful passage o’er the Stygian lake, Lend to this wretch your hand, and waft him o’er To the sweet banks of yon forbidden shore."
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