He said, and ’mid the general rout, to flight He turn’d his horses; on the flying crowd, With shouts of triumph, Hector at their head, The men of Troy their murd’rous weapons show’r’d. Loud shouted Hector of the glancing helm: “Tydides, heretofore the warrior Greeks Have held thee in much honour; plac’d on high At banquets, and with lib’ral portions grac’d, And flowing cups: but thou, from this day forth, Shalt be their scorn! a woman’s soul is thine! Out on thee, frighten’d girl! thou ne’er shalt scale Our Trojan tow’rs, and see me basely fly; Nor in thy ships our women bear away: Ere such thy boast, my hand shall work thy doom.” Thus he; and greatly was Tydides mov’d To turn his horses, and confront his foe: Thrice thus he doubted; thrice, at Jove’s command, From Ida’s height the thunder peal’d, in sign Of vict’ry swaying to the Trojan side. Then to the Trojans Hector call’d aloud: “Trojans, and Lycians, and ye Dardans, fam’d In close encounter, quit ye now like men; Put forth your wonted valour; for I know That in his secret counsels Jove designs Glory to me, disaster to the Greeks. Fools, in those wretched walls that put their trust, Scarce worthy notice, hopeless to withstand My onset; and the trench that they have dug, Our horses easily can overleap; And when I reach the ships, be mindful ye, To have at hand the fire, wherewith the ships We may destroy, while they themselves shall fall An easy prey, bewilder’d by the smoke.” He said, and thus with cheering words address’d His horses: “Xanthus, and, Podargus, thou, Æthon and Lampus, now repay the care On you bestow’d by fair Andromache, Eetion’s royal daughter; bear in mind How she with ample store of provender Your mangers still supplied, before e’en I, Her husband, from her hands the wine-cup took. Put forth your speed, that we may make our prize Of Nestor’s shield, whose praise extends to Heav’n, Its handles, and itself, of solid gold; And from the shoulders of Tydides strip His gorgeous breastplate, work of Vulcan’s hand: These could we take, methinks this very night Would see the Greeks embarking on their ships.” Such was his pray’r; but Juno on her throne Trembled with rage, till great Olympus quak’d, And thus to Neptune, mighty God, she spoke: “O thou of boundless might, Earth-shaking God, See’st thou unmov’d the ruin of the Greeks? Yet they in Ægae and in Helice, With grateful off’rings rich thine altars crown; Then give we them the vict’ry; if we all Who favour Greece, together should combine To put to flight the Trojans, and restrain All-seeing Jove, he might be left alone, On Ida’s summit to digest his wrath.” To whom, in anger, Neptune thus replied: “O Juno, rash of speech, what words are these! I dare not counsel that we all should join ’Gainst Saturn’s son; so much the stronger he.”