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Mars! Be men, my friends! now summon all your might! Think we that we have thousands at our backs To succor us, or yet some stronger wall To guard our warriors from the battle's force? 890 Not so. No tower'd city is at hand, None that presents us with a safe retreat While others occupy our station here, But from the shores of Argos far remote Our camp is, where the Trojans arm'd complete 895 Swarm on the plain, and Ocean shuts us in. Our hands must therefore save us, not our heels He said, and furious with his spear again Press'd them, and whatsoever Trojan came, Obsequious to the will of Hector, arm'd 900 With fire to burn the fleet, on his spear's point Ajax receiving pierced him, till at length Twelve in close fight fell by his single arm. THE ILIAD. BOOK XVI. ARGUMENT OF THE SIXTEENTH BOOK. Achilles, at the suit of Patroclus, grants him his own armor, and permission to lead the Myrmidons to battle. They, sallying, repulse the Trojans. Patroclus slays Sarpedon, and Hector, when Apollo had first stripped off his armor and Euphorbus wounded him, slays Patroclus. BOOK XVI. Such contest for that gallant bark they waged. Meantime Patroclus, standing at the side Of the illustrious Chief Achilles, wept Fast as a crystal fountain from the height Of some rude rock pours down its rapid[1] stream. 5 Divine Achilles with compassion moved Mark'd him, and in wing'd accents thus began.[2] Who weeps Patroclus like an infant girl Who, running at her mother's side, entreats To be uplifted in her arms? She grasps 10 Her mantle, checks her haste, and looking up With tearful eyes, pleads earnest to be borne; So fall, Patroclus! thy unceasing tears. Bring'st thou to me or to my people aught Afflictive? Hast thou mournful tidings learn'd 15 Prom Phthia, trusted to thy ear alone? Menoetius, son of Actor, as they say, Still lives; still lives his Myrmidons among Peleus AEacides; whom, were they dead, With cause sufficient we should both deplore. 20 Or weep'st thou the Achaians at the ships Perishing, for their outrage done to me? Speak. Name thy trouble. I would learn the cause
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