He spake; and Hector, hearing him, rejoiced, And went between the hosts. He bore his spear, Holding it in the middle, and pressed back The ranks of Trojans, and they all sat down. And Agamemnon caused the well-armed Greeks To sit down also. Meantime Pallas sat, With Phoebus of the silver bow, in shape Like vultures, on the boughs of the tall beech⁠— The tree of Father Jupiter who bears The aegis⁠—and they looked with great delight Upon the array of warriors in thick rows, Horrid with shields and helm and bristling spears. As when the west wind, rising fresh, breathes o’er The deep, and darkens all its face with waves, So seemed the Greeks and Trojans as they sat In ranks upon the field, while Hector stood Between the armies and bespake them thus:⁠—