The brave Tydides, with a frown, replied:⁠— “Speak not of flight; thou canst not yet persuade My mind to that. To skulk or shrink with fear In battle ill becomes me, and my strength Is unexhausted yet. It suits me not To mount the chariot; I will meet the foe Just as I am. Minerva will not let My spirit falter. Ne’er shall those swift steeds Bear the two warriors hence⁠—if even one Escapes me. One thing more have I to say; And keep it well in mind. Should Pallas deign⁠— The wise, forecasting Pallas⁠—to bestow On me the glory of o’ercoming both, Stop thy swift horses, and tie fast the reins To our own chariot, and make haste to seize The horses of Aeneas, guiding them Hence from the Trojan to the Grecian host; For they are of the stock which Jupiter The Thunderer gave to Tros. It was the price He paid for Ganymede, and they, of all Beneath the eye of morning and the sun, Are of the choicest breed. The king of men, Anchises, stealthily and unobserved, Brought to the coursers of Laomedon