Conceal’d, meantime, by Jove, Hector escaped The dust, darts, deaths, and tumult of the field; And Agamemnon to the swift pursuit Call’d loud the Grecians. Through the middle plain Beside the sepulchre of Ilus, son200 Of Dardanus, and where the fig-tree stood, The Trojans flew, panting to gain the town, While Agamemnon pressing close the rear, Shout after shout terrific sent abroad, And his victorious hands reek’d, red with gore.205 But at the beech-tree and the Scæan gate Arrived, the Trojans halted, waiting there The rearmost fugitives; they o’er the field Came like a herd, which in the dead of night A lion drives; all fly, but one is doom’d210 To death inevitable; her with jaws True to their hold he seizes, and her neck Breaking, embowels her, and laps the blood; So, Atreus’ royal son, the hindmost still Slaying, and still pursuing, urged them on.215 Many supine, and many prone, the field Press’d, by the son of Atreus in their flight Dismounted; for no weapon raged as his. But now, at last, when he should soon have reach’d The lofty walls of Ilium, came the Sire220 Of Gods and men descending from the skies, And on the heights of Ida fountain-fed, Sat arm’d with thunders. Calling to his foot Swift Iris golden-pinion’d, thus he spake. Iris! away. Thus speak in Hector’s ears.225 While yet he shall the son of Atreus see Fierce warring in the van, and mowing down The Trojan ranks, so long let him abstain From battle, leaving to his host the task Of bloody contest furious with the Greeks.230 But soon as Atreus’ son by spear or shaft Wounded shall climb his chariot, with such force I will endue Hector, that he shall slay Till he have reach’d the ships, and till, the sun Descending, sacred darkness cover all.235 He spake, nor rapid Iris disobey’d Storm-wing’d ambassadress, but from the heights Of Ida stoop’d to Ilium. There she found The son of royal Priam by the throng Of chariots and of steeds compass’d about240 She, standing at his side, him thus bespake. Oh, son of Priam! as the Gods discreet! I bring thee counsel from the Sire of all. While yet thou shalt the son of Atreus see Fierce warring in the van, and mowing down245 The warrior ranks, so long he bids thee pause From battle, leaving to thy host the task Of bloody contest furious with the Greeks. But soon as Atreus’ son, by spear or shaft Wounded, shall climb his chariot, Jove will then250 Endue thee with such force, that thou shalt slay Till thou have reach’d the ships, and till, the sun Descending, sacred darkness cover all. So saying, swift-pinion’d Iris disappear’d. Then Hector from his chariot at a leap255 Came down all arm’d, and, shaking his bright spears, Ranged every quarter, animating loud The legions, and rekindling horrid war. Back roll’d the Trojan ranks, and faced the Greeks; The Greeks their host to closer phalanx drew;260 The battle was restored, van fronting van They stood, and Agamemnon into fight Sprang foremost, panting for superior fame.