“Father! Thou art delighted with much speech, As once in time of peace, but now’t is war, Inevitable war, and close at hand. I have seen many battles, yet have ne’er Beheld such armies, and so vast as these⁠— In number like the sands and summer leaves. They march across the plain, prepared to give Battle beneath the city walls. To thee, O Hector, it belongs to heed my voice And counsel. Many are the allies within The walls of this great town of Priam, men Of diverse race and speech. Let every chief Of these array his countrymen for war, And give them orders for the coming fight.”

She spake, and Hector heeded and obeyed The counsel of the goddess; he dismissed The assembly; all the Trojans rushed to arms, And all the gates were opened. Horse and foot Poured forth together in tumultuous haste.