Who lingered, pondering on his next exploit⁠— Whether to seize the chariot where was laid The embroidered armor, dragging it away; Or, lifting it aloft, to bear it thence; Or take more Thracian lives. As thus his thoughts Were busy, Pallas, standing near him, spake:⁠—

“O son of large-souled Tydeus, think betimes Of thy return to where the galleys lie; Else may some god arouse the sons of Troy, And thou be forced to reach the ships by flight.”

She spake. He knew the goddess by her voice, And leaped upon a steed. Ulysses lashed The horses with his bow, and on they flew Toward the swift galleys of the Grecian host.