My words, though sorrowful, ye shall be safe Assembled in the city squares at night. The lofty towers and gates, with massive beams Polished and strongly fitted each to each, Will keep the town. Tomorrow we shall take, At dawn, our station on the towers, arrayed In armor, and his difficult task will be, Far from his ships, to fight us from below; And after he has tired his high-necked steeds With coursing round the ramparts to and fro, Back to his galleys he must go; nor yet With all his valor can he force his way Into the town to lay its dwellings waste⁠— The dogs will feed upon his carcass first.”