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Death

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Canonical name
Death
Disambiguator
None
Kind
Character
Scope
Individual
Editorial note
Personified as Sleep’s own brother; Book 14 does not explicitly establish a divine kind.

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Claims

3
·Direct

Death is identified as Sleep’s own brother when Juno meets Sleep at Lemnos.

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Sleep, own brother to Death, and caught him by the hand
·Hypothetical

Juno proposes that Death carry Sarpedon from the field to Lycia with Sleep after his death.

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send Death and sweet Sleep to bear him off the field and take him to the broad lands of Lycia, where his brothers and his kinsmen will bury him with mound and pillar, in due honour to the dead.’
·Direct

Death, a fleet messenger, carries Sarpedon with Sleep and sets him down in Lycia.

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the two fleet messengers, Death, and Sleep, who presently set him down in the rich land of Lycia.

Additional evidence

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·Direct
Sleep, own brother to Death
·Hypothetical
send Death and sweet Sleep to bear him off the field
·Direct
Death, and Sleep, who presently set him down in the rich land of Lycia
·Direct
death with the strong hand of fate are already close beside you

Passage preview

Book 14 · Passage 19

Venus now went back into the house of Jove, while Juno darted down from the summits of Olympus. She passed over Pieria and fair Emathia, and went on and on till she came to the snowy ranges of the Thracian horsemen, over whose topmost crests she sped without ever setting foot to ground. When she came to Athos she went on over the, waves of the sea till she reached Lemnos, the city of noble Thoas. There she met Sleep, own brother to Death, and caught him by the hand, saying, ‘Sleep, you who lord it alike over mortals and immortals, if you ever did me a service in times past, do one for me now, and I shall be grateful to you ever after. Close Jove’s keen eyes for me in slumber while I hold him clasped in my embrace, and I will give you a beautiful golden seat, that can never fall to pieces; my clubfooted son Vulcan shall make it for you, and he shall give it a footstool for you to rest your fair feet upon when you are at table.’