“Hector, what other Greek will fear thee now, Since thou dost shrink from Menelaus, deemed Effeminate in war? Behold, he drags Away a warrior from thy host; his hand Hath slain thy faithful friend, Eëtion’s son, Brave Podes, fighting in the foremost ranks.”

He spake: a cloud of sorrow overspread The soul of Hector. Armed in glittering brass, He went among the warriors in the van. Then did the son of Saturn lift on high His fringèd aegis, gleaming; with a cloud He covered Ida, sent his lightnings down, And thundered terribly, and made the mount Shake to its base, and gave the victory To Troy, and put to rout the Grecian host.