As thus he spake, the shaker of the shores Quitted the Grecian army, took his way Seaward, and plunged into the deep. The host Perceived their loss. Then Cloud-compelling Jove Turned to Apollo and addressed him thus:⁠—

“Now go at once to Hector, mailed in brass, Beloved Phoebus, for the god who shakes The earth, departing to the ocean-deeps, Avoids our wrath; else had the other gods, Even they who far beneath the earth surround Old Saturn, heard our quarrel. Well it is For both of us that he, although enraged, Braved not my arm, for otherwise the strife Had not been ended without sweat. Now take The fringèd aegis in thy hands, and shake Its orb before the warrior Greeks, to fill Their hearts with fear. I give, O archer-god, Illustrious Hector to thy charge. Revive The might that dwelt within him, till the Greeks Reach, in their flight, the fleet and Hellespont; Then shall it be my care, by word and deed, To give them rest and respite from their toils.”