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... so let it be; yet hearken my counsel. Massed in the fight let us aim the storm of our spears at one greatness, Mighty Pelides' head who gives victory still to the Argives. Page 406 Easy the Greeks to destroy lay Achilles once slain on the Troad, But if the Peleid lives the fire shall yet finish with Troya. Join then Orestes' speed to the stubborn might of Aeneas, Paris' fatal shafts... Ida, Hundred-voiced glared from the ships through the camp of the victor Achaians,— Love to that discord added her flowerlike lips of Briseis; Faltering lids of Polyxena conquered the strength of Pelides. Vainly the gods who pity open the gates of salvation! Vainly the winds of their mercy breathe on our fevered existence! Man his passions prefers to the voice that guides from the heavens. These... cries, 'It has happened as all shall happen I mourn for.' All that was bright it misses and only seizes on sorrow. Dear, on the brightness look and if thou must prophesy, tell us Rather of great Pelides slain by my spear in the onset." But with a voice of grief the sister answered her brother: "Yes, he shall fall and his slayer too perish and Troy with his slayer." But in his spirit rejoicing Paris ...