Achilles (Mythological character); Classical literature; Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Trojan War
First he went up to Teucer and Leitus, the hero Peneleos, and
Thoas and Deipyrus; Meriones also and Antilochus, valiant
warriors; all did he exhort. “Shame on you young Argives,” he
cried, “it was on your prowess I relied for the saving of our
ships; if you fight not with might and main, this very day will
see us overcome by the Trojans. Of a truth my eyes behold a great
and terrible portent which I had never thought to see—the Trojans
at our ships—they, who were heretofore like panic-stricken hinds,
the prey of jackals and wolves in a forest, with no strength but
in flight for they cannot defend themselves. Hitherto the Trojans
dared not for one moment face the attack of the Achaeans, but now
they have sallied far from their city and are fighting at our
very ships through the cowardice of our leader and the
disaffection of the people themselves, who in their discontent
care not to fight in defence of the ships but are being
slaughtered near them. True, King Agamemnon son of Atreus is the
cause of our disaster by having insulted the son of Peleus, still
this is no reason why we should leave off fighting. Let us be
quick to heal, for the hearts of the brave heal quickly. You do
ill to be thus remiss, you, who are the finest soldiers in our
whole army. I blame no man for keeping out of battle if he is a
weakling, but I am indignant with such men as you are. My good
friends, matters will soon become even worse through this
slackness; think, each one of you, of his own honour and credit,
for the hazard of the fight is extreme. Great Hector is now
fighting at our ships; he has broken through the gates and the
strong bolt that held them.”
Thus did the earth-encircler address the Achaeans and urge them
on. Thereon round the two Ajaxes there gathered strong bands of
men, of whom not even Mars nor Minerva, marshaller of hosts could
make light if they went among them, for they were the picked men
of all those who were now awaiting the onset of Hector and the
Trojans. They made a living fence, spear to spear, shield to
shield, buckler to buckler, helmet to helmet, and man to man. The
horse-hair crests on their gleaming helmets touched one another
as they nodded forward, so closely serried were they; the spears
they brandished in their strong hands were interlaced, and their
hearts were set on battle.
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