Now when the Trojans in their flight had crossed Rampart and trench, and many had been slain By the pursuing Greeks, they made a halt Beside their chariots, in despair and pale With terror. Meanwhile Jupiter awoke, On Ida’s height, from slumber by the side Of Juno, goddess of the golden throne. At once he rose and saw the Trojan host Routed, and, following close upon their flight, The Argive warriors putting them to rout, Aided by Neptune, sovereign of the sea, And Hector lying on the field among His fellow-warriors, breathing painfully, Vomiting blood, and senseless, for the arm That smote was not the feeblest of the Greeks. The Father of immortals and of men Beheld and pitied him, and terribly Frowned upon Juno, and bespake her thus:⁠—