of Greece untimely fall.) Mindful of this, in friendship let us join; If heaven our steps to foreign lands incline, My guest in Argos thou, and I in Lycia thine. Enough of Trojans to this lance shall yield, In the full harvest of yon ample field; Enough of Greeks shall dye thy spear with gore; But thou and Diomed be foes no more. Now change we arms, and prove to either host We guard the friendship of the line we boast." Thus having said, the gallant chiefs alight, Their hands they join, their mutual faith they plight; Brave Glaucus then each narrow thought resign'd, (Jove warm'd his bosom, and enlarged his mind,) For Diomed's brass arms, of mean device, For which nine oxen paid, (a vulgar price,) He gave his own, of gold divinely wrought,(171) A hundred beeves the shining purchase bought. Meantime the guardian of the Trojan state, Great Hector, enter'd at the Scaean gate.(172) Beneath the beech-tree's consecrated shades, The Trojan matrons and the Trojan maids Around him flock'd, all press'd with pious care For husbands, brothers, sons, engaged in war. He bids the train in long procession go, And seek the gods, to avert the impending woe. And now to Priam's stately courts he came, Rais'd on arch'd columns of stupendous frame; O'er these a range of marble structure runs, The rich pavilions of his fifty sons, In fifty chambers lodged: and rooms of state,(173) Opposed to those, where Priam's daughters sate. Twelve domes for them and their loved spouses shone, Of equal beauty, and of polish'd stone. Hither great Hector pass'd, nor pass'd unseen Of royal Hecuba, his mother-queen. (With her Laodice, whose beauteous face Surpass'd the nymphs of Troy's illustrious race.) Long in a strict embrace she held her son, And press'd his hand, and tender thus begun: "O Hector! say, what great occasion calls My son from fight, when Greece surrounds our walls; Com'st thou to supplicate the almighty