Spurred by such speech of Othrys' son, and force of godhead great, Mid fire and steel I follow on as grim Erinnys shows, Where call the cries, where calls the shout that ever heavenward goes, Rhipeus therewith, and Epytus the mighty under shield, Dymas and Hypanis withal their fellowship now yield; 340 Met by the moon they join my side with young Coroebus; he The son of Mygdon, at that tide in Troy-town chanced to be; Drawn thither by Cassandra's love that burned within his heart. So he to Priam service gave, and helped the Phrygian part: Unhappy! that the warning word of his God-maddened love He might not hearken on that day. Now when I see them gathered so to dare the battle's pain, Thus I begin: 'O fellows fair, O hardy hearts in vain! If now ye long to follow me who dares the utterance And certain end, ye see indeed what wise our matters chance. 350 The Gods, who in the other days our lordship mighty made, Are gone from altar and from shrine: a town of flames ye aid. Fall on a very midst the fire and die in press of war! One hope there is for vanquished men, to cherish hope no more.' Therewith the fury of their minds I feed, and thence away, As ravening wolves by night and cloud their bellies' lust obey, That bitter-sharp is driving on, the while their whelps at home Dry-jawed await them, so by steel, by crowd of foes we come Into the very death; we hold the city's midmost street, Black night-tide's wings with hollow shade about our goings meet. 360 O ruin and death of that ill night, what tongue may set it forth! Or who may pay the debt of tears that agony was worth! The ancient city overthrown, lord for so many a year, The many bodies of the slain, that, moveless, everywhere Lie in the street, in houses lie, lie round the holy doors Of Gods. But not alone that night the blood of Teucrians pours, For whiles the valour comes again in vanquished hearts to bide, And conquering Danaans fall and die: grim grief on every side, And fear on every side there is, and many-faced is death. Androgeus, whom a mighty band of Danaans followeth, 370 First falleth on the road of us, and, deeming us to be His fellow-folk, in friendly words he speaketh presently: 'Haste on, O men! what sloth is this delayeth so your ways? While others hand and haul away in Pergamos ablaze; What! fellows, from the lofty ships come ye but even now?'