“Since it hath pleased thee, Hector, thus to cast Reproach on me, though innocent, I may Another day neglect the toils of war, Although in truth my mother brought me forth Not quite unapt for combat. Since the hour When thou didst lead the battle to the ships With thy companions, we have held our ground, Here on this spot, contending with the Greeks. Three chiefs for whom thou askest have been slain. Deïphobus and mighty Helenus, Both wounded in the hand by massive spears, Have left the field; the son of Saturn saved Their lives. Now lead us wheresoe’er thou wilt, And we will follow thee with resolute hearts, Nor deem that thou wilt find in us a lack Of valor while our strength of arm remains. The boldest cannot fight beyond his strength.”