Great Hector said, and rais’d his plumed helm; And homeward, slow, with oft-reverted eyes, Shedding hot tears, his sorrowing wife return’d. Arriv’d at valiant Hector’s well-built house, Her maidens press’d around her; and in all Arose at once the sympathetic grief. For Hector, yet alive, his household mourn’d, Deeming he never would again return, Safe from the fight, by Grecian hands unharm’d. Nor linger’d Paris in his lofty halls; But donn’d his armour, glitt’ring o’er with brass, And through the city pass’d with bounding steps. As some proud steed, at well-fill’d manger fed, His halter broken, neighing, scours the plain, And revels in the widely-flowing stream To bathe his sides; then tossing high his head, While o’er his shoulders streams his ample mane. Light borne on active limbs, in conscious pride. To the wide pastures of the mares he flies; So Paris, Priam’s son, from Ilium’s height, His bright arms flashing like the gorgeous sun, Hasten’d, with boastful mien, and rapid step. Hector he found, as from the spot he turn’d Where with his wife he late had converse held; Whom thus the godlike Paris first address’d: “Too long, good brother, art then here detain’d, Impatient for the fight, by my delay; Nor have I timely, as thou bad’st me, come.” To whom thus Hector of the glancing helm: “My gallant brother, none who thinks aright Can cavil at thy prowess in the field; For thou art very valiant; but thy will Is weak and sluggish; and it grieves my heart, When from the Trojans, who in thy behalf Such labours undergo, I hear thy name Coupled with foul reproach! But go we now! Henceforth shall all be well, if Jove permit That from our shores we drive th’ invading Greeks, And to the ever-living Gods of Heav’n In peaceful homes our free libations pour.” ARGUMENT. THE SINGLE COMBAT OF HECTOR AND AJAX. The battle renewing with double ardour upon the return of Hector, Minerva is under apprehensions for the Greeks. Apollo, seeing her descend from Olympus, joins her near the Scaean gate. They agree to put off the general engagement for that day, and incite Hector to challenge the Greeks to a single combat. Nine of the princes accepting the challenge, the lot is cast, and falls upon Ajax. These heroes, after several attacks, are parted by the night. The Trojans calling a council, Antenor proposes the delivery of Helen to the Greeks, to which Paris will not consent, but offers to restore them her riches. Priam sends a herald to make this offer, and to demand a truce for burning the dead, the last of which only is agreed to by Agamemnon. When the funerals are performed, the Greeks, pursuant to the advice of Nestor, erect a fortification to protect their fleet and camp, flanked with towers, and defended by a ditch and palisades. Neptune testifies his jealousy at this work, but is pacified by a promise from Jupiter. Both armies pass the night in feasting, but Jupiter disheartens the Trojans with thunder and other signs of his wrath.