I have, too, My Fates, these robbers of my bride to slay.
Not Atreus' sons alone, and only they, Have known a sorrow and a smart so keen, And armed for vengeance.

But enough, ye say, Once to have fallen?
One trespass then had been Enough, and made them loathe all womankind, I ween.
XIX.

"Lo, these who think a paltry wall can save, A narrow ditch can thwart us,--these, so bold, With but a span betwixt them and the grave! Saw they not Troy, which Neptune reared of old, Sink down in ruin, as the flames uprolled?
But ye, my chosen, who with me will scale Yon wall, and storm their trembling camp?
Behold, No aid divine nor ships of thousand sail, Nor Vulcan's arms I need, o'er Trojans to prevail.
XX.

"Nay; let Etrurians join them, one and all, No raid, nor robbed Palladium they shall fear, Nor sentries stabbed beneath the night's dark pall.
No horse shall hide us; by the daylight clear Our flames shall ring their ramparts.

Dream they here To find such Danaan striplings, weak as they Whom Hector baffled till the tenth long year?
But now, since near its ending draws the day, Take rest, and bide prepared the dawning of the fray." XXI.