Sestos

Um, he is, he meets...

So they're at Sestos, is that right? Where are, at, at the end?

Yeah, yeah, the Battle of Sestos.

Yeah.

He had the siege there.

Wolf.

Right? Um, and then he goes back, and they're captured by the Persians.

They're brought into the city of Sestos.

Whose bliss the wrath of fates restrains for Cupid's grace to Mercury, which tale the author doth imply.

On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, in view and opposite two cities stood, sea borderers, disjoined by Neptune's might, the one Abydos, the other Sestos hight.

At Sestos, Hero dwelt, Hero the fair, whom young Apollo courted for her hair, and offered as a dower his burning throne, where she should sit for men to gaze upon.

The outside of her garments were of lawn, the lining purple silk, with gilt stars drawn; her wide sleeves green, and bordered with a grove, where Venus in her naked glory strove to please the careless and disdainful eyes of proud Adonis that before her lies.

Her kirtle blue; whereon was many a stain, made with the blood of wretched lovers slain.

Some swore he was a maid in man's attire, for in his looks were all that men desire, a pleasant smiling cheek, a speaking eye, a brow for love to banquet royally.

And such as knew he was a man would say, "Leander, thou art made for amorous play.

Why art thou not in love and loved of all? Though thou be fair, yet be not thine own thrall." The men of wealthy Sestos every year, for his sake whom their goddess held so dear, rose-cheeked Adonis kept a solemn feast.

This isn't the kind of accusation one makes lightly.

They swear he left the port of Sestos in a boat and made that short trip across the Dardanelles, landed in Persia, and was met by

a chariot.

Why didn't these witnesses come forward sooner? They were afraid.

Whose bliss the wrath of fates restrains for Cupid's grace to Mercury, which tale the author doth imply.

On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, in view and opposite two cities stood, sea borderers, disjoined by Neptune's might, the one Abydos, the other Sestos hight.

At Sestos, Hero dwelt, Hero the fair, whom young Apollo courted for her hare and offered as a dower his burning throne, where she should sit for men to gaze upon.

The outside of her garments were of lawn, the lining purple silk with gilt stars drawn, her wide sleeves green and bordered with a grove where Venus- Venus in her naked glory strove to please the careless and disdainful eyes of proud Adonis that before her lies.

Her kirtle blue, whereon was many a stain, made with the blood of wretched lovers slain.

His presence made the rudest peasant melt That in the vast uplandish country dwelt: The barbarous Thracian soldier, moved with nought, Was moved with him, and for his favour sought.

Some swore he was a maid in man's attire, For in his looks were all that men desire, A pleasant smiling cheek, a speaking eye, A brow for Love to banquet royally.

And such as knew he was a man would say, "Leander, thou art made for amorous play; Why art thou not in love, and loved of all? Though thou be fair, yet be not thine own thrall." The men of wealthy Sestos every year, For his sake whom their goddess held so dear, Rose-cheeked Adonis, kept a solemn feast: Thither resorted many a wandering guest To meet their loves; such as had none at all Came lovers home from this great festival.

Meanwhile his men were bridging the Hellespont from Asia to Europe.

On the Chersonese, which is on the Hellespont, between the city of Sestus and Madytus there is a broad headland, running out from the sea opposite Abydos.

It was here that not long afterward the Athenians, when Xanthippus son of Ariphron was their general, took Artaechtes a Persian and the governor of Sestus and crucified him alive.

He had been in the habit of bringing women right into the temple of Protesilaus at Elias and doing impious deeds there.

The men who had been given this assignment made bridges starting from Abydos across to that headland.

These were in fact the chief cause of their coming to the Hellespont.

The Peloponnesians who were there with Lutychides decided to sail away to Hellas, but the Athenians, with Xanthippus their general, that they would remain there and attack the Chersonesus.

So the rest sailed away, but the Athenians crossed over to the Chersonesus and laid siege to Sestus.

On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, in view and opposite, two cities stood, sea borderers, disjoined by Neptune's might.

The one Abydos, the other Sestos hight.

At Sestos Hero dwelt, Hero the fair, whom young Apollo courted for her hair, and offered as a dower his burning throne, where she should sit for men to gaze upon.

The outside of her garments were of lawn, the lining purple silk with gilt stars drawn, her wide sleeves green and bordered with a grove where Venus in her naked glory strove to please the careless and disdainful eyes of proud Adonis that before her lies.

Her kirtle blue, whereon was many a stain, made with the blood of wretched lovers slain.

A pleasant smiling cheek, a speaking eye, a brow for love to banquet royally.

And such as knew he was a man would say, "Leander, thou art made for amorous play.

Why art thou not in love, and loved of all? Though thou be fair, yet be not thine own thrall." The men of wealthy Sestos every year, for his sake whom their goddess held so dear, rose-cheeked Adonis, kept a solemn feast.