Thou too this raving madness shalt behold,

That thou mayst bruit the sight to all the Greeks.

Be of good heart and stand thy ground; no harm

Shall come from him, for I will turn aside

His vision, lest he should behold thy face.

What dost thou, Goddess? Nowise call him forth.

Bridle thy tongue; earn not a coward’s name.

Nay, nay; suffice it that he bide within.

What fear’st thou? Is he not, as erst, a man?

Yea, and to me sworn foeman, and is still.

What mockery sweeter than to mock at foes?

Enough for me that he abide within.

What, fear to see a madman face to face?

I had not quailed to face him, were he sane.

Insane, he shall not see thee now, though near.