claim.[9]
  Now follow! now be swift; that we may seize
  The shield of Nestor, bruited to the skies 220
  As golden all, trappings and disk alike. 
  Now from the shoulders of the equestrian Chief
  Tydides tear we off his splendid mail,
  The work of Vulcan.[10] May we take but these,
  I have good hope that, ere this night be spent, 225
  The Greeks shall climb their galleys and away. 
    So vaunted he, but Juno with disdain
  His proud boast heard, and shuddering in her throne,
  Rock’d the Olympian; turning then toward
  The Ocean’s mighty sovereign, thus she spake. 230
    Alas! earth-shaking sovereign of the waves,
  Feel’st thou no pity of the perishing Greeks? 
  Yet Greece, in Helice, with gifts nor few
  Nor sordid, and in AEgae, honors thee,
  Whom therefore thou shouldst prosper.  Would we all 235
  Who favor Greece associate to repulse
  The Trojans, and to check loud-thundering Jove,
  On Ida seated he might lour alone. 
    To whom the Sovereign, Shaker of the Shores,
  Indignant.  Juno! rash in speech! what word 240
  Hath ’scaped thy lips? never, with my consent,
  Shall we, the powers subordinate, in arms
  With Jove contend.  He far excels us all. 
    So they.  Meantime, the trench and wall between,[11]
  The narrow interval with steeds was fill’d 245
  Close throng’d and shielded warriors.  There immew’d
  By Priameian Hector, fierce as Mars,
  They stood, for Hector had the help of Jove. 
  And now with blazing fire their gallant barks
  He had consumed, but Juno moved the mind 250
  Of Agamemnon, vigilant himself,
  To exhortation of Achaia’s host. 
  Through camp and fleet the monarch took his way,
  And, his wide robe imperial in his hand,
  High on Ulysses’ huge black galley stood, 255
  The central ship conspicuous; thence his voice
  Might reach the most remote of all the line
  At each extreme, where Ajax had his tent
  Pitch’d, and Achilles, fearless of surprise. 
  Thence, with loud voice, the Grecians thus he hail’d. 260
    Oh shame to Greece!  Warriors in show alone! 
  Where is your boasted prowess?  Ye profess’d
  Vain-glorious erst in Lemnos, while ye fed
  Plenteously on the flesh of beeves full-grown,
  And crown’d your beakers high, that ye would face 265
  Each man a hundred Trojans in the field—­
  Ay, twice a hundred—­yet are all too few
  To face one Hector now; nor doubt I aught
  But he shall soon fire the whole fleet of Greece. 
  Jove!  Father! what great sovereign ever felt 270
  Thy frowns as I?  Whom hast thou shamed as me? 
  Yet I neglected not, through all the course
  Of our disasterous voyage (in the hope