In haste, and pierced his bosom with his spear, Among his fellow-warriors, who with grief Beheld, yet dared not aid him, such their awe Of noble Hector. Now the Greeks retired Among that row of galleys which were first Drawn up the beach; the foe poured after them, In hot pursuit; again the Greeks fell back, Constrained, and left that foremost row behind, And stood beside their tents in close array, And not dispersed throughout the camp, for shame And fear restrained them, and unceasingly With shouts they bade each other bravely stand. Chiefly Gerenian Nestor, wise to guide The counsels of the Greeks, adjured them all, And in their parents’ name, to keep their ground.

“O friends, be men; so act that none may feel Ashamed to meet the eyes of other men. Think each one of his children and his wife, His home, his parents, living yet or dead. For them, the absent ones, I supplicate, And bid you rally here, and scorn to fly.”