“Shame on you, Greeks! We perish here, unless We rescue with strong arms our host and fleet. Think ye that, should the crested Hector seize Our galleys, ye may reach your homes on foot? Hear ye not Hector’s voice, who, fiercely bent To burn our ships with fire, is cheering on His warriors? To no dance he summons them, But to the battle. Nought is left for us, And other counsel there is none, save this: Close with the foe; let every hand put forth Its strength; far better’t were to die at once, Or make at once our safety sure, than thus To waste away, in lingering fight, beside Our ships, destroyed by weaker arms than ours.”