Have made thee lose thy senses. Thou dost ask That I no longer reverence the decree Of Jove, the Thunderer of the sky, who gave His promise, and confirmed it. Thou dost ask That I be governed by the flight of birds, Which I regard not, whether to the right And toward the morning and the sun they fly, Or toward the left and evening. We should heed The will of mighty Jupiter, who bears Rule over gods and men. One augury There is, the surest and the best—to fight For our own land. Why dreadest thou the war And conflict? Though we all should fall beside The galleys of the Greeks, there is no fear That thou wilt perish, for thou hast no heart To stand against the foe;—no warrior thou! Yet, if thou dare to stand aloof, or seek By words to turn another from the fight, The spear I wield shall take thy life at once.”
He spake, and went before; and all his band Followed with fearful clamor. Jupiter, The God of thunders, sending a strong wind From the Idaean summits, drave the dust Full on the galleys, and made faint the hearts Of the Greek warriors, and gave new renown To Hector and the men of Troy. For these, Trusting in