Unwarlike and low-born. Now let us join The battle, wounded as we are, for much It needs our presence, keeping carefully Beyond the reach of weapons, to avoid Wound upon wound, and, cheering on the rest, Send back into the combat those who stand Apart, indulgent to their weariness.”

He spake: they hearkened, and with hasty steps Went on, King Agamemnon at their head.

Nor was the glorious power that shakes the earth Unmindful of his charge. He went among The warriors in the semblance of a man Stricken in years, and, seizing the right hand Of Agamemnon, spake these wingèd words:⁠—