You have yours—I mine.

Arn.‍Despatch! despatch!

Stran.‍Even so.380

[The Stranger takes some earth and moulds it along the turf, and then addresses the phantom of Achilles.

Beautiful shadow

Of Thetis's boy!

Who sleeps in the meadow

Whose grass grows o'er Troy:

From the red earth, like Adam,[222]

Thy likeness I shape,