The mischief done; the hearts of valiant men Are soon appeased. And not without the loss Of honor can your fiery courage sleep, Since ye are known the bravest of the host. I would not chide the weak, unwarlike man For shrinking from the combat; but for you⁠— I look on you with anger in my heart. Weaklings! Ye soon will bring upon yourselves Some sorer evil if ye loiter thus. Let each of you bethink him of the shame And infamy impending. Terrible The struggle is before us. Hector storms The ships, loud-shouting Hector; he has burst The gate and broken the protecting bar.”