“While we, O Hector, here are mid the Greeks Just in the skirts of the tumultuous fray, The other Trojans, men and steeds, are thrown Into confusion where the warriors throng, For Telamonian Ajax puts their ranks To rout; I know him well by that broad shield Borne on his shoulders. Thither let us drive Our steeds and chariot, where in desperate strife Meet horse and foot and hew each other down, And a perpetual clamor fills the air.”