for thee—­
  Withdraw thou to the confines of the abyss 555
  Where Saturn and Iaepetus retired,
  Exclusion sad endure from balmy airs
  And from the light of morn, hell-girt around,
  I will not call thee thence.  No.  Should thy rage
  Transport thee thither, there thou may’st abide, 560
  There sullen nurse thy disregarded spleen
  Obstinate as thou art, and void of shame. 
    He ended; to whom Juno nought replied. 
  And now the radiant Sun in Ocean sank,
  Drawing night after him o’er all the earth; 565
  Night, undesired by Troy, but to the Greeks
  Thrice welcome for its interposing gloom. 
    Then Hector on the river’s brink fast by
  The Grecian fleet, where space he found unstrew’d
  With carcases convened the Chiefs of Troy. 570
  They, there dismounting, listen’d to the words
  Of Hector Jove-beloved; he grasp’d a spear
  In length eleven cubits, bright its head
  Of brass, and color’d with a ring of gold. 
  He lean’d on it, and ardent thus began. 575
    Trojans, Dardanians, and allies of Troy! 
  I hoped, this evening (every ship consumed,
  And all the Grecians slain) to have return’d
  To wind-swept Ilium.  But the shades of night
  Have intervened, and to the night they owe, 580
  In chief, their whole fleet’s safety and their own. 
  Now, therefore, as the night enjoins, all take
  Needful refreshment.  Your high-mettled steeds
  Release, lay food before them, and in haste
  Drive hither from the city fatted sheep 585
  And oxen; bring ye from your houses bread,
  Make speedy purchase of heart-cheering wine,
  And gather fuel plenteous; that all night,
  E’en till Aurora, daughter of the morn
  Shall look abroad, we may with many fires 590
  Illume the skies; lest even in the night,
  Launching, they mount the billows and escape. 
  Beware that they depart not unannoy’d,
  But, as he leaps on board, give each a wound
  With shaft or spear, which he shall nurse at home. 595
  So shall the nations fear us, and shall vex
  With ruthless war Troy’s gallant sons no more. 
  Next, let the heralds, ministers of Jove,
  Loud notice issue that the boys well-grown,
  And ancients silver-hair’d on the high towers 600
  Built by the Gods, keep watch; on every hearth
  In Troy, let those of the inferior sex
  Make sprightly blaze, and place ye there a guard
  Sufficient, lest in absence of the troops
  An ambush enter, and surprise the town. 605
  Act thus, ye dauntless Trojans; the advice
  Is wholesome, and shall serve the present need,
  And so much for the night; ye shall be told
  The business of the morn when morn appears.