which are ranged The Trojans and Achaians, and stir up The Trojan warriors first to lift their hands Against the elated Greeks and break the league,”
She ended, and the Father of the gods And mortals instantly complied, and called Minerva, and in wingèd accents said:— “Haste to the battle-field, and there, among The Trojan and Achaian armies, cause The Trojan warriors first to lift their hands Against the elated Greeks and break the league.”
So saying, Jupiter to Pallas gave The charge she wished already. She in haste Shot from the Olympian summits, like a star Sent by the crafty Saturn’s son to warn The seamen or some mighty host in arms— A radiant meteor scattering sparkles round. So came and lighted Pallas on the earth Amidst the armies. All who saw were seized With wonder—Trojan knights and well-armed Greeks; And many a one addressed his comrade thus:—
“Sure we shall have the wasting war again, And stubborn combats; or, it may be, Jove, The arbiter of wars among mankind, Decrees that the two nations dwell in peace.”
So Greeks and Trojans said. The goddess went Among the Trojan multitude disguised; She seemed Laodocus, Antenor’s son, A valiant warrior, seeking through the ranks For godlike Pandarus. At length she found Lycaon’s gallant and illustrious son, Standing with bucklered warriors ranged around, Who followed him from where Aesepus flows; And, standing near, she spake these wingèd words:—
“Son of Lycaon! Wilt thou hear my words, Brave as thou art? Then wilt thou aim a shaft At Menelaus; thus wilt thou have earned Great thanks and praise from all the men of Troy, And chiefly from Prince Paris, who will fill, Foremost of all, thy hands with lavish gifts, When he shall look on Menelaus slain— The warlike son of Atreus—by thy hand, And laid