“Hector, thou hearkenest not to warning words. Deem’st thou, because a god has given thee strength Beyond all other men for feats of war, That therefore thou art wiser than they all In council? Think not for thyself to claim All gifts at once. On one the god bestows Prowess in war, upon another grace In dance, upon another skill to touch The harp and sing. In yet another, Jove The Thunderer implants the prudent mind, By which the many profit, and by which Communities are saved; and well doth he Who hath it know its worth. Now let me speak What seems to me the wisest. Round thee flames The encircling war; the valiant sons of Troy, Since they have crossed the ramparts, stand aloof, Armed as they are, or fight against large odds Scattered among the galleys. Yield thou now The ground, and, summoning the chiefs, decide What plan to follow⁠—whether we shall storm The well-oared galleys, should the God vouchsafe The victory to us⁠—or else depart In safety from the fleet. I greatly fear The Achaians may repay to us the debt