He spake, and into every heart his words Carried new strength and courage. In that hour Sarpedon chid the noble Hector thus:⁠— “Where is the prowess, Hector, which was thine So lately? Thou hast said that thou alone, Thy kindred and thy brothers, could defend The city, without armies or allies. Now I see none of these; they all, like hounds Before a lion, crouch and slink away, While the confederates bear the brunt of war. I am but an auxiliar come from far, From Lycia, where the eddying Xanthus runs. There left I a beloved wife, and there An infant child, and large possessions, such As poor men covet. Yet do I exhort My Lycians to the combat, and myself Would willingly engage this foe of Troy, Although I here have nothing which the Greeks Might bear or drive away. Thou standest still, Meanwhile, nor dost thou bid the rest to keep Their ground and bear the battle for their wives. Yet have a care, lest, as if caught at length In the strong meshes of a mighty net, Ye find yourselves the captives and the prey