He spake, and, cheering on the soldiery, He sprang into the ranks: “Ye noble Greeks, Avoid no more the Trojans; press right on. “Let each man single out his man, and fight With eager heart. ’Tis hard for me to chase, With all my warlike might, so many men, And fight with all. Not even Mars, the god, Although immortal, nor Minerva’s self, Could combat with so vast a multitude Unwearied; yet whatever I can do, With hands and feet and strength, I give my word Not to decline, or be remiss in aught. I go to range the Trojan files, where none, I think, will gladly stand to meet my spear.”