“O friends, the chiefs and princes of the Greeks! Yours is the duty to drive back the war From our good ships, since all-disposing Jove Forbids me, for this day, to lead the fight.”

He spake. The charioteer applied the lash, And not unwillingly the long-maned steeds Flew toward the hollow ships; upon their breasts Gathered the foam; beneath their rapid feet Arose the dust, as from the battle’s din They bore the wounded warrior. Hector saw The flight of Agamemnon, and aloud Called to the Trojans and the Lycians thus:⁠—

“Trojan and Lycian warriors, and ye sons Of Dardanus, who combat hand to hand, Be men; be mindful of your fame in war. Our mightiest foe withdraws; Saturnian Jove Crowns me with glory. Urge your firm-paced steeds On the brave Greeks, and win yet nobler fame.”