“Ajax, my friend, come hither where we fight Around Patroclus. Let us strive at least To bring Achilles back the hero’s corpse, Though stripped; for crested Hector hath his arms.”
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“Ajax, my friend, come hither where we fight Around Patroclus. Let us strive at least To bring Achilles back the hero’s corpse, Though stripped; for crested Hector hath his arms.”