“Atrides, and ye other chiefs of Greece! Full many a long-haired warrior of our host Hath perished. Cruel Mars hath spilt their blood Beside Scamander’s gentle stream; their souls Have gone to Hades. Give thou, then, command, That all the Greeks tomorrow pause from war, And come together at the early dawn, And bring the dead in chariots drawn by mules And oxen, and consume them near our fleet With fire, that we, when we return from war, May carry to our native land the bones, And give them to the children of the slain. And then will we go forth and heap from earth, Upon the plain, a common tomb for all Around the funeral pile, and build high towers With speed beside it, which shall be alike A bulwark for our navy and our host. And let the entrance be a massive gate, Through which shall pass an ample chariot-way. And in a circle on its outer edge Sink we a trench so deep that neither steeds Nor men may pass, if these proud Trojans yet Should, in the coming battles, press us sore.”