“O friends, the chiefs and leaders of the Greeks, Am I the sole one that descries the steeds, Or do ye also? Those who lead the race, I think, are not the same, and with them comes A different charioteer. The mares, which late Were foremost, may have somewhere come to harm. I saw them first to turn the goal, and now I can no more discern them, though my sight Sweeps the whole Trojan plain from side to side. Either the charioteer has dropped the reins, And could not duly round the goal, or else Met with disaster at the turn, o’erthrown, His chariot broken, and the affrighted mares Darting, unmastered, madly from the way. But rise: look forth yourselves. I cannot well Discern, but think the charioteer is one Who, born of an Aetolian stock, commands Among the Argives⁠—valiant Diomed, A son of Tydeus, tamer of wild steeds.”