For me, I greatly fear the gods will grant That he fulfil his threat, and that our doom Will be to perish on the Trojan coast, And far away from Argos, famed for steeds. Rise, then, though late⁠—rise with a resolute mind, And from the hard-pressed sons of Greece drive back The assailing Trojans. Thou wilt else lament Hereafter, when the evil shall be done And shall admit no cure. Bethink thee well How from the Greeks thou mayst avert the day Of their destruction. O my friend, when first He sent thee forth to Agamemnon’s help From Phthia’s coast, thy father Peleus said:⁠—

“ ‘My child, from Juno and Minerva comes The gift of valor, if they choose to give. But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof From sharp contentions, that the old and young Among the Greeks may honor thee the more.’