"Peace, factious monster,
born to vex the state,
With wrangling talents form'd
for foul debate:
Curb that impetuous tongue,
nor rashly vain,
And singly mad, asperse the
sovereign reign.
Have we not known thee, slave!
of all our host,
The man who acts the least,
upbraids the most?
Think not the Greeks to
shameful flight to bring,
Nor let those lips profane the
name of king.
For our return we trust the
heavenly powers;
Be that their care; to fight
like men be ours.
But grant the host with wealth
the general load,
Except detraction, what hast
thou bestow'd?
Suppose some hero should his
spoils resign,
Art thou that hero, could
those spoils be thine?
Gods! let me perish on this
hateful shore,
And let these eyes behold my
son no more;
If, on thy next offence, this
hand forbear
To strip those arms thou ill
deserv'st to wear,
Expel the council where our
princes meet,
And send thee scourged and
howling through the fleet."
Here the orator is resolving
himself to leave, the unfriendly shores beckon
them to leave.
Their reward is the retreat,
but it was the will of godz to lose here and return their gaze towards the east. The project is not to fix troy but to found a
new regime free of the corruption of the old system and those who defile
civilisation by defending the system to maintain their corruption They do not want to rectify system proposed or the virtueous reforms it
offers.
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