While round the warlike Menelaus thus The chiefs were busy, all the Trojans moved Into array of battle; they put on Their armor, and were eager for the fight. Then wouldst thou not have seen, hadst thou been there, King Agamemnon slumbering, or in fear, And skulking from the combat, but alert, Preparing for the glorious tasks of war. His horses, and his chariot bright with brass, He left, and bade Eurymedon, his groom, The son of Ptolemy Piraides, Hold them apart still panting, yet with charge To keep them near their master, till the hour When he should need them, weary with the toil Of such a vast command. Meantime he went On foot among his files of soldiery, And whomsoe’er he found with fiery steeds Hasting to battle, thus he cheered them on:⁠—