“Tydides! What has quenched within our hearts Their fiery valor? Come, my friend, and take Thy stand beside me: foul disgrace were ours Should crested Hector make our fleet his prize.”

And thus the valiant Diomed replied:⁠— “Most willingly I stand, and bear my part In battle; but with little hope, for Jove, The God of storms, awards the day to Troy.”