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So cannot amity subsist between Thee and myself; nor league make I with thee Or compact, till thy blood in battle shed Or mine, shall gratify the fiery Mars. 310 Rouse all thy virtue; thou hast utmost need Of valor now, and of address in arms. Escape me more thou canst not; Pallas' hand By mine subdues thee; now will I avenge At once the agonies of every Greek 315 In thy unsparing fury slain by thee. He said, and, brandishing the Pelian ash, Dismiss'd it; but illustrious Hector warn'd, Crouched low, and, overflying him, it pierced The soil beyond, whence Pallas plucking it 320 Unseen, restored it to Achilles' hand, And Hector to his godlike foe replied. Godlike Achilles! thou hast err'd, nor know'st At all my doom from Jove, as thou pretend'st, But seek'st, by subtlety and wind of words, 325 All empty sounds, to rob me of my might. Yet stand I firm. Think not to pierce my back. Behold my bosom! if the Gods permit, Meet me advancing, and transpierce me there. Meantime avoid my glittering spear, but oh 330 May'st thou receive it all! since lighter far To Ilium should the toils of battle prove, Wert thou once slain, the fiercest of her foes. He said, and hurling his long spear with aim Unerring, smote the centre of the shield 335 Of Peleus' son, but his spear glanced away. He, angry to have sent it forth in vain, (For he had other none) with eyes downcast Stood motionless awhile, then with loud voice Sought from Deiphobus, white-shielded Chief, 340 A second; but Deiphobus was gone. Then Hector understood his doom, and said. Ah, it is plain; this is mine hour to die. I thought Deiphobus at hand, but me Pallas beguiled, and he is still in Troy. 345 A bitter death threatens me, it is nigh, And there is no escape; Jove, and Jove's son Apollo, from the first, although awhile My prompt deliverers, chose this lot for me, And now it finds me. But I will not fall 350 Inglorious; I will act some great exploit That shall be celebrated ages hence. So saying, his keen falchion from his side He drew, well-temper'd, ponderous, and rush'd At once to combat. As the eagle darts 355 Right downward through a
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