Jove?" "Go then (return'd the sire) without delay, Exert thy will: I give the Fates their way. Swift at the mandate pleased Tritonia flies, And stoops impetuous from the cleaving skies. As through the forest, o'er the vale and lawn, The well-breath'd beagle drives the flying fawn, In vain he tries the covert of the brakes, Or deep beneath the trembling thicket shakes; Sure of the vapour in the tainted dews, The certain hound his various maze pursues. Thus step by step, where'er the Trojan wheel'd, There swift Achilles comp****'d round the field. Oft as to reach the Dardan gates he bends, And hopes the ****istance of his pitying friends, (Whose showering arrows, as he coursed below, From the high turrets might oppress the foe,) So oft Achilles turns him to the plain: He eyes the city, but he eyes in vain. As men in slumbers seem with speedy pace, One to pursue, and one to lead the chase, Their sinking limbs the fancied course forsake, Nor t