But through the Greeks bright-arm’d his course began
The Hero seeking earnest on all sides 235
Machaon.  Him, ere long, he station’d saw
Amid the shielded-ranks of his brave band
From steed-famed Tricca drawn, and at his side
With accents ardor-wing’d, him thus address’d. 
Haste, Asclepiades!  The King of men 240
Calls thee.  Delay not.  Thou must visit quick
Brave Menelaus, Atreus’ son, for him
Some archer, either Lycian or of Troy,
A dexterous one, hath stricken with a shaft
To his own glory, and to our distress. 245
So saying, he roused Machaon, who his course
Through the wide host began.  Arriving soon
Where wounded Menelaus stood, while all
The bravest of Achaia’s host around
The godlike hero press’d, he strove at once 250
To draw the arrow from his cincture forth. 
But, drawing, bent the barbs.  He therefore loosed
His broider’d belt, his hauberk and his quilt,
Work of the armorer, and laying bare
His body where the bitter shaft had plow’d 255
His flesh, he suck’d the wound, then spread it o’er
With drugs of balmy power, given on a time
For friendship’s sake by Chiron to his sire. 
While Menelaus thus the cares engross’d
Of all those Chiefs, the shielded powers of Troy 260
’Gan move toward them, and the Greeks again
Put on their armor, mindful of the fight. 
Then hadst thou[10] not great Agamemnon seen
Slumbering, or trembling, or averse from war,
But ardent to begin his glorious task. 265
His steeds, and his bright chariot brass-inlaid
He left; the snorting steeds Eurymedon,
Offspring of Ptolemy Piraides
Detain’d apart; for him he strict enjoin’d
Attendance near, lest weariness of limbs 270
Should seize him marshalling his numerous host. 
So forth he went, and through the files on foot
Proceeding, where the warrior Greeks he saw
Alert, he roused them by his words the more.[11]
Argives! abate no spark of all your fire. 275
Jove will not prosper traitors.  Them who first
Transgress’d the truce the vultures shall devour,
But we (their city taken) shall their wives
Lead captive, and their children home to Greece. 
So cheer’d he them.  But whom he saw supine, 280
Or in the rugged work of war remiss,
In terms of anger them he stern rebuked. 
Oh Greeks!  The shame of Argos!  Arrow-doom’d! 
Blush ye not?  Wherefore stand ye thus aghast,
Like fawns which wearied after scouring wide 285
The champain, gaze and pant, and can no more? 
Senseless like them ye stand, nor seek the fight. 
Is it your purpose patient here to wait
Till Troy invade your vessels on the shore
Of the grey deep, that ye may trial make