Peleus unmix’d felicity enjoy’d, (Bless’d in a valiant son and virtuous bride,) Till fortune did in blood his hands imbrue, And his own brother, by cursed chance, he slew: Then driven from Thessaly, his native clime, Trachinia first gave shelter to his crime, Where peaceful Ceyx mildly fill’d the throne, And like his sire, the morning’ planet, shone; But now, unlike himself, bedew’d with tears, Mourning a brother lost, his brow appears: First to the town, with travel spent and care, Peleus, and his small company, repair; His herds and flocks the while at leisure feed On the rich pasture of a neighbouring mead. The prince before the royal presence brought, Show’d, by the suppliant olive, what he sought; Then tells his name, and race, and country, right, But hides the unhappy reason of his flight. He begs the king some little town to give, Where they may safe his faithful vassals live. Ceyx replied, “To all my bounty flows, A hospitable realm your suit has chose. Your glorious race, and far-resounding fame, And grandsire Jove, peculiar favours claim;