Then to me Circe presently repli'd;Ulysses, let not that thought break your sleep.You need but set your Mast up, hoise your sail,And then sit still; you shall not want a Winde:For Boreas to wast you will not fail.When you are come to th'Oceans end, you'll findeThe wooddy shore and Grove of Proserpine.There the tall Poplar, and soft Willow grows;And there it is your Bark you must put in.Then go along the shore to Pluto's house.And you shall see where into AchronCoctas falls, which is a branch of Styx,And with it also Pyriphlegeton,And a great Rock where the two Rivers mix.Close by that place make with your Sword a PitA Cubit wide, and round about it pourWine mixt with honey, and pure Wine after it;Then water pure, and over all throw Flow'r.Such is the drink that's offer'd to the dead.And further to them you must make a Vow,That when you be at home, and out of dread,You'll gratifie them with a barren Cow.But to Tiresias you must alonePromise at your return to kill a EweAll over black. The Ceremonies doneWhich to the dead by common law are due,Then of the Ram and Ewe let out the bloodInto the pit; their heads to Hell-ward place,And turn your back, and so go tow'rd the Flood.Then shall you see the Ghosts come out apace.Bid your Companions mean while to flayThe slaughter'd Sheep. To Pluto must you, andTo his Queen Proserpine your prayers say,Then sit down at the pit with Sword in hand.Let none come near the blood until you seeTresias the Theban Prophet come.'Twill not be long before he with you be;He'll tell you all the ways to bring you home.This said, Aurora had the light displai'd,And Circe cloath'd me with a Coat and Vest,0