And then shall someone say who sees thee weep, ‘This was the wife of Hector, most renowned Of the horse-taming Trojans, when they fought Around their city.’ So shall someone say, And thou shalt grieve the more, lamenting him Who haply might have kept afar the day Of thy captivity. O, let the earth Be heaped above my head in death before I hear thy cries as thou art borne away!”

So speaking, mighty Hector stretched his arms To take the boy; the boy shrank crying back To his fair nurse’s bosom, scared to see His father helmeted in glittering brass, And eying with affright the horse-hair plume That grimly nodded from the lofty crest. At this both parents in their fondness laughed; And hastily the mighty Hector took The helmet from his brow and laid it down Gleaming upon the ground, and, having kissed His darling son and tossed him up in play, Prayed thus to Jove and all the gods of heaven: