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I made some figure there; nor was my Name
Obscure, nor I without my share of Fame, 115
But when Ulysses, with fallacious Arts,
Had made Impression in the Peoples Hearts;
And forg'd a Treason in my Patron's Name,
(I speak of things too far divulg'd by Fame)
My Kinsman fell; then I, without support, 120
In private mourn'd his Loss, and left the Court.
Mad as I was, I cou'd not bear his Fate
With silent Grief, but loudly blam'd the State:
And curs'd the direful Author of my Woes.
Twas told again, and hence my Ruin rose. 125
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$I threaten'd, if indulgent Heav'n once more
Wou'd land me safely on my Native Shore,
His Death with double Vengeance to restore.
This mov'd the Murd'rer's Hate, and soon ensu'd
Th' Effects of Malice from a Man so proud. 130
Ambiguous Rumors thro' the Camp he spread,
And sought, by Treason, my devoted Head:
New Crimes invented, left unturn'd no Stone,
To make my Guilt appear, and hide his own. 134
Till Calchas was by Force and Threatning wrought:
But why———Why dwell I on that anxious Thought?
If on my Nation just Revenge you seek,
And tis t'appear a Foe, t'appear a Greek;
Already you my Name aud Country know,
Asswage your thirst of Blood, and strike the Blow: 140