“Neptune and Pallas, what shall now be done? Consider ye. Aeneas, all arrayed In glittering arms, is pressing on to meet Pelides. Phoebus sends him. Let us join To turn him back, or let some one of us Stand near Achilles, fill his limbs with strength, Nor let his heart grow faint, but let him see That we, the mightiest of the immortals, look On him with favor, and that those who strive Amid the war and bloodshed to protect The sons of Troy are empty boasters all. For this we came from heaven to interpose In battle, that Achilles may endure No harm from Trojan hands, although, no doubt, Hereafter he must suffer all that Fate Spun for him when his mother brought him forth. But if he hear not, from some heavenly voice, Of this assurance, fear may fall on him When, haply, in the battle he shall meet Some god; for when revealed to human sight The presence of the gods is terrible.”