“Neleian Nestor, glory of the Greeks, Haste, mount thy chariot; let Machaon take A place beside thee; urge thy firm-paced steeds Rapidly toward the fleet; a leech like him, Who cuts the arrow from the wound and soothes The pain with balms, is worth a host to us.”

He spake; and the Gerenian knight obeyed, And climbed the car in haste. Machaon, son Of Aesculapius the peerless leech, Mounted beside him; Nestor lashed the steeds, And toward the roomy ships, which well they knew, And longed to reach, they flew with eager speed.

Meantime Cebriones, who had his seat By Hector in the chariot, saw the ranks Of Troy disordered, and addressed the chief:⁠—