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But ere the tenth revolving day was run, Inspir'd by Juno, Thesis' godlike son, Conven’d to coincil all the Grecian train: For much the goddess mourn'd her heroes slain Th' assembly seated, rising o'er the rest, Achiles thus the king of men address'd : Wily leave we not the fatai Trojan shore, And lucasure back the seas we cross'd before: 80 The plague destroying whom the sword would S{}:\l'C, 'Tis time to save the few remains of war. But lot some prophet or some sacred saga, Fxplore the cause of great Apollo's rage; Ör learn the wasteful vengeance to remove, By mystic dreams, for dreams descend from Jove. If broken vows this heavy curse have laid, Let altars smoke, and hecatombs he paid. So Heaven aton'd shall dying Greece restore, And Phoebus dart his burning shafts no more. 90 He said, and sat: when Chalcas thus replied;