Ægialea, from portentous dreams Upstarting, call her family to wail Her first-espoused, Achaia’s proudest boast,485 Diomede, whom she must behold no more. She said, and from her wrist with both hands wiped The trickling ichor; the effectual touch Divine chased all her pains, and she was heal’d. Them Juno mark’d and Pallas, and with speech490 Sarcastic pointed at Saturnian Jove To vex him, blue-eyed Pallas thus began. Eternal father! may I speak my thought, And not incense thee, Jove? I can but judge That Venus, while she coax’d some Grecian fair495 To accompany the Trojans whom she loves With such extravagance, hath heedless stroked Her golden clasps, and scratch’d her lily hand. So she; then smiled the sire of Gods and men, And calling golden Venus, her bespake.500 War and the tented field, my beauteous child, Are not for thee. Thou rather shouldst be found In scenes of matrimonial bliss. The toils Of war to Pallas and to Mars belong. Thus they in heaven. But Diomede the while505 Sprang on Æneas, conscious of the God Whose hand o’ershadow’d him, yet even him Regarding lightly; for he burn’d to slay Æneas, and to seize his glorious arms. Thrice then he sprang impetuous to the deed,510 And thrice Apollo with his radiant shield Repulsed him. But when ardent as a God The fourth time he advanced, with thundering-voice Him thus the Archer of the skies rebuked. Think, and retire, Tydides! nor affect515 Equality with Gods; for not the same Our nature is and theirs who tread the ground. He spake, and Diomede a step retired, Not more; the anger of the Archer-God Declining slow, and with a sullen awe.520 Then Phœbus, far from all the warrior throng To his own shrine the sacred dome beneath Of Pergamus, Æneas bore; there him Latona and shaft-arm’d Diana heal’d And glorified within their spacious fane.525 Meantime the Archer of the silver bow A visionary form prepared; it seem’d Himself Æneas, and was arm’d as he. At once, in contest for that airy form, Grecians and Trojans on each other’s breasts530 The bull-hide buckler batter’d and light targe. Then thus Apollo to the warrior God. Gore-tainted homicide, town-batterer Mars! Wilt thou not meet and from the fight withdraw This man Tydides, now so fiery grown535 That he would even cope with Jove himself? First Venus’ hand he wounded, and assail’d Impetuous as a God, next, even me. He ceased, and on the topmost turret sat Of Pergamus. Then all-destroyer Mars540 Ranging the Trojan host, rank after rank Exhorted loud, and in the form assumed Of Acamas the Thracian leader bold, The godlike sons of Priam thus harangued. Ye sons of Priam, monarch Jove-beloved!545 How long permit ye your Achaian foes To slay the people?—till the battle rage (Push’d home to Ilium) at her solid gates? Behold—a Chief disabled lies, than whom We reverence not even Hector more,550 Æneas; fly, save from the roaring storm The noble Anchisiades your friend. He said; then every heart for battle glow’d; And thus Sarpedon with rebuke severe