The son of Saturn glorifies to-day
  This Trojan, and, if such his will, can make
  The morrow ours; but vain it is to thwart 165
  The mind of Jove, for he is Lord of all. 
    To him the valiant Diomede replied. 
  Thou hast well said, old warrior! but the pang
  That wrings my soul, is this.  The public ear
  In Ilium shall from Hector’s lips be told—­ 170
  I drove Tydides—­fearing me he fled. 
  So shall he vaunt, and may the earth her jaws
  That moment opening swallow me alive! 
    Him answer’d the Gerenian warrior old. 
  What saith the son of Tydeus, glorious Chief? 175
  Should Hector so traduce thee as to call
  Thee base and timid, neither Trojan him
  Nor Dardan would believe, nor yet the wives
  Of numerous shielded warriors brave of Troy,
  Widow’d by thy unconquerable arm. 180
    So saying, he through the fugitives his steeds
  Turn’d swift to flight.  Then Hector and his host
  With clamor infinite their darts wo-wing’d
  Shower’d after them, and Hector, mighty Chief
  Majestic, from afar, thus call’d aloud. 185
    Tydides! thee the Danai swift-horsed
  Were wont to grace with a superior seat,
  The mess of honor, and the brimming cup,
  But now will mock thee.  Thou art woman now. 
  Go, timorous girl!  Thou never shalt behold 190
  Me flying, climb our battlements, or lead
  Our women captive.  I will slay thee first. 
    He ceased.  Then Diomede in dread suspense
  Thrice purposed, turning, to withstand the foe,
  And thrice in thunder from the mountain-top 195
  Jove gave the signal of success to Troy. 
  When Hector thus the Trojans hail’d aloud. 
    Trojans and Lycians, and close-warring sons
  Of Dardanus, oh summon all your might,
  Now, now be men!  I know that from his heart 200
  Saturnian Jove glory and bright success
  For me prepares, but havoc for the Greeks. 
  Fools! they shall find this wall which they have raised
  Too weak to check my course, a feeble guard
  Contemptible; such also is the trench; 205
  My steeds shall slight it with an easy leap. 
  But when ye see me in their fleet arrived,
  Remember fire.  Then bring me flaming brands
  That I may burn their galleys and themselves
  Slaughter beside them, struggling in the smoke.[8] 210
    He spake, and thus encouraged next his steeds. 
  Xanthus!  Podargus! and ye generous pair
  AEthon and glossy Lampus! now requite
  Mine, and the bounty of Andromache,
  Far-famed Eetion’s daughter; she your bowl 215
  With corn fresh-flavor’d and with wine full oft
  Hath mingled, your refreshment seeking first
  Ere mine, who have a youthful husband’s