“What god, Aeneas, moved thee to defy Madly the son of Peleus, who in might Excels thee, and is dearer to the gods? Whenever he encounters thee in arms Give way, lest thou, against the will of fate, Pass down to Hades. When he shall have met His fate and perished, thou mayst boldly dare To face the foremost of the enemy; No other of the Greeks shall take thy life.

He spake, and having thus admonished him He left Aeneas there, and suddenly Swept off the darkness that so thickly rose Around Achilles, who, with sight now clear, Looked forth, and, sighing, said to his great soul:⁠—