ed the son of Peleus:

"Why, O son of Peleus, dost thou pursue me, an immortal god, with swift
feet, thyself being a mortal? Nor yet hast thou at all discovered that I
am a god; but thou incessantly ragest. For certainly the labour of the
Trojans is not now a care to thee, whom thou hast routed, and who are
now enclosed within their city, while thou art turned aside hither.
Neither canst thou slay me, since I am not mortal."

But him swift-footed Achilles, greatly indignant,[695] addressed:

[Footnote 695: Milton, P.L. ii. 708:--

--"On th' other side
Incensed with indignation Satan stood
Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge
In th' arctic sky, and from his horrid hair
Shakes pestilence and war."]

"Thou hast injured me, O Far-darter, most destructive of all gods,
having now turned me away hither from the wall; certainly many had now
seized the earth with their teeth, before they had arrived at Ilium. But
now hast thou deprived me of great glory, and hast preserved them
easily, for thou didst not at all dread vengeance after. Certainly I
would punish thee, if the power at least were mine."

Thus saying, he went towards the city greatly elate, hastening like a
steed which bears away the prize, with his chariot, which striving hard,
runs swiftly over the plain. So Achilles briskly moved his feet and his
knees.

But him aged Priam first beheld with his eyes, rushing over the plain,
all shining like a star which rises in autumn; and its resplendent rays
shine among many stars in the depth of the night, which by name they
call the dog of Orion. Very bright indeed is this, but it is a baleful
sign, and brings violent heat upon miserable mortals. So shone the brass
round the breast of him running. But the old man groaned, and smote his
head with his hands, raising them on high,[696] and, groaning, he cried
out greatly, supplicating his dear son. But he stood before the Scaean
gates, insatiably eager to fight with Achilles; but the old man
piteously addressed him, stretching out his hands:

[Footnote 696: On this gesture of grief, see Gorius, Monum.
Columb. p. 12.]

"O Hector, do not, my beloved son, await this man alone, without others;
lest that thou shouldst speedily draw on fate, subdued by the son of
Peleus; since he is much more powerful. Cruel! would that he were [only]
as dear to the gods as he is