Being arriv’d, where both the most and best Were heap’d together (showing all, like lions at a feast Of new-slain carcasses, or boars, beyond encounter strong) There found they Diomed; and there, ’midst all th’ admiring throng, Saturnia put on Stentor’s shape, that had a brazen voice, And spake as loud as fifty men; like whom she made a noise, And chid the Argives: “O ye Greeks, in name and outward rite But princes only, not in act, what scandal, what despite, Use ye to honour! All the time the great Æacides Was conversant in arms, your foes durst not a foot address Without their ports, so much they fear’d his lance that all controll’d, And now they outray to your fleet.” This did with shame make bold The gen’ral spirit and pow’r of Greece: when, with particular note Of their disgrace, Athenia made Tydeus’ issue hot. She found him at his chariot, refreshing of his wound Inflicted by slain Pandarus; his sweat did so abound, It much annoy’d him, underneath the broad belt of his shield; With which, and tiréd with his toil, his soul could hardly yield His body motion. With his hand he lifted up the belt, And wip’d away that clotter’d blood the fervent wound did melt. Minerva lean’d against his horse, and near their withers laid Her sacred hand, then spake to him: “Believe me, Diomed, Tydeus exampled not himself in thee his son; not great, But yet he was a soldier; a man of so much heat, That in his ambassy for Thebes, when I forbad his mind To be too vent’rous, and when feasts his heart might have declin’d, With which they welcom’d him, he made a challenge to the best, And foil’d the best; I gave him aid, because the rust of rest, That would have seiz’d another mind, he suffer’d not, but us’d The trial I made like a man, and their soft feasts refus’d. Yet, when I set thee on, thou faint’st; I guard thee, charge, exhort That, I abetting thee, thou shouldst be to the Greeks a fort, And a dismay to Ilion, yet thou obey’st in nought, Afraid, or slothful, or else both; henceforth renounce all thought That ever thou wert Tydeus’ son.” He answer’d her: “I know Thou art Jove’s daughter, and, for that, in all just duty owe Thy speeches rev’rence, yet affirm ingeniously that fear Doth neither hold me spiritless, nor sloth. I only bear Thy charge in zealous memory, that I should never war With any blesséd Deity, unless (exceeding far The limits of her rule) the Queen, that governs chamber sport, Should press to field; and her thy will enjoin’d my lance to hurt. But, He whose pow’r hath right in arms, I knew in person here, Besides the Cyprian Deity; and therefore did forbear, And here have gather’d in retreat these other Greeks you see, With note and rev’rence of your charge.” “My dearest mind,” said she, “What then was fit is chang’d. ’Tis true, Mars hath just rule in war, But just war; otherwise he raves, not fights. He’s alter’d far. He vow’d to Juno, and myself, that his aid should be us’d Against the Trojans, whom it guards; and therein he abus’d