“High-born Ulysses, man of subtle shifts, Son of Laertes, whither dost thou flee? Why like a coward turn thy back? Beware, Lest there some weapon smite thee. Stay and guard This aged warrior from his furious foe.”

So spake he; but the much-enduring man, Ulysses, heard not the reproof, and passed Rapidly toward the hollow ships of Greece. Tydides, single-handed, made his way Among the foremost warriors, till he stood Before the horses of the aged son Of Neleus, and in wingèd accents said:⁠—