He spake, and thus replied the man of might, The Telamonian Ajax: “Lay aside Thy bow, my brother, and thy store of shafts, Since, in displeasure with the Greeks, a god Has made them useless. Haste to arm thy hand With a long spear, and on thy shoulders lay A buckler, and with these attack the foe, And bid thy fellows stand. Let Trojans see That, even though the day thus far be theirs, They cannot lay their hands on our good ships Without a mighty struggle. Let us all Be mindful of our fame for gallant deeds.”

He spake, and Teucer went to place the bow Within the tents, and on his shoulders hung A fourfold shield, and placed on his grand brows A stately helmet with a horse-hair crest That nodded fearfully. He took in hand A ponderous spear with brazen blade, and sprang Forward with hasty steps, and stood beside His brother Ajax. Hector, when he saw That Teucer’s shafts had failed him, called aloud Upon the men of Lycia and of Troy:⁠—