● Sing goddess of the anger of achilles
● It is actions that win wars - words are for debates
Hector
● But I would feel terrible shame if before the men of troy and the women of troy... if
like a coward I skulk away from the fighting
● But may I be dead and the heaped earth covered me, before I hear your screams
and the sound of you being dragged away
● I beseech you...give me in death my due right of burning
● Even so, let me not die ingloriously, without a fight, without some great deed done
that future men will hear of
● He ranged all through the army, spurring them to fight and rousing their spirit for grim
battle.
● Do not offer me cheering wine...or you may sap the strength from my limbs and make
me lose the courage to fight
● My hands are unwashed, and I am ashamed to pour out gleaming wine to Zeus like
this
● So that in time to come we can be themes of song for men of future generations
● I have learnt always to be brave and fight in the forefront...winning great glory for my
father and for myself
● One thing I know well in my heart and in my mind; the day will come when sacred
Ilios will be destroyed
● My pain for you, when one of the bronze clad Achaians carries you away in tears and
takes away the day of your freedom...much against your will
● Hektor reached out to take his son, but the child shrank back crying...terrified at the
sight of his own father
● His dear father and his honoured mother laughed aloud at this, and glorious Hektor
took the helmet straight from his head...then he kissed his dear son and dandled him
in his arms
● No man will send me down to hades before my fated time
● Fate, I tell you, is something no man is ever freed from
● No, go back to the house and see to your own work, the loom and the distaff
● No one in all fairness could belittle your success in battle, as you are a brave fighter.
But you deliberately hang back and refuse to fight and my heart within me is pained
at that, when I hear shaming things said of you by the Trojans
● As when a lion masters an untiring boar in battle...and the boar, panting hard, is
brought down under the lion’s power
● What am I to do? If I go back inside the gates and the wall Polydamas will be the first
to lay blame on me...But I did not take his advice - it would have been far better if I
had
● I feel shame before the men of troy and the women of troy
● It would be far better for me to face Achilleus and either kill him and return home, or
die a glorious death myself
Priam
