The towers and battlements were steeped in blood Of heroes⁠—Greeks and Trojans. Yet were not The Greeks thus put to flight; but, as the scales Are held by some just woman, who maintains, By spinning wool, her household⁠—carefully She poises both the wool and weights, to make The balance even, that she may provide A pittance for her babes⁠—thus equally Were matched the warring hosts, till Jupiter Conferred the eminent glory of the day On Hector, son of Priam. He it was Who first leaped down into the space within The Grecian wall, and, with far-reaching voice, Thus shouted, calling to the men of Troy:⁠—

“Rush on, ye knights of Troy! Rush boldly on, And break your passage through the Grecian wall, And hurl consuming flames against their fleet!”