Pammon, Antiphonus, and bold in fight
  Polites, Dios of illustrious fame, 320
  Hippothoues and Deiphobus—­all nine
  He call’d, thus issuing, angry, his commands. 
    Quick! quick! ye slothful in your father’s cause,
  Ye worthless brood! would that in Hector’s stead
  Ye all had perish’d in the fleet of Greece! 325
  Oh altogether wretched! in all Troy
  No man had sons to boast valiant as mine,
  And I have lost them all.  Mestor is gone
  The godlike, Troilus the steed-renown’d,
  And Hector, who with other men compared 330
  Seem’d a Divinity, whom none had deem’d
  From mortal man derived, but from a God. 
  These Mars hath taken, and hath left me none
  But scandals of my house, void of all truth,
  Dancers, exact step-measurers,[7] a band 335
  Of public robbers, thieves of kids and lambs. 
  Will ye not bring my litter to the gate
  This moment, and with all this package quick
  Charge it, that we may hence without delay? 
    He said, and by his chiding awed, his sons 340
  Drew forth the royal litter, neat, new-built,
  And following swift the draught, on which they bound
  The coffer; next, they lower’d from the wall
  The sculptured boxen yoke with its two rings;[8]
  And with the yoke its furniture, in length 345
  Nine cubits; this to the extremest end
  Adjusting of the pole, they cast the ring
  Over the ring-bolt; then, thrice through the yoke
  They drew the brace on both sides, made it fast
  With even knots, and tuck’d[9] the dangling ends. 350
  Producing, next, the glorious ransom-price
  Of Hector’s body, on the litter’s floor
  They heap’d it all, then yoked the sturdy mules,
  A gift illustrious by the Mysians erst
  Conferr’d on Priam; to the chariot, last, 355
  They led forth Priam’s steeds, which the old King
  (In person serving them) with freshest corn
  Constant supplied; meantime, himself within
  The palace, and his herald, were employ’d
  Girding[10] themselves, to go; wise each and good. 360
  And now came mournful Hecuba, with wine
  Delicious charged, which in a golden cup
  She brought, that not without libation due
  First made, they might depart.  Before the steeds
  Her steps she stay’d, and Priam thus address’d. 365
    Take this, and to the Sire of all perform
  Libation, praying him a safe return
  From hostile hands, since thou art urged to seek
  The Grecian camp, though not by my desire. 
  Pray also to Idaean Jove cloud-girt, 370
  Who oversees all Ilium, that he send
  His messenger or ere thou go, the bird
  His favorite most, surpassing all in strength,
  At thy right hand; him seeing, thou shalt