Pallas.
And no man rose and smote him; not a frown
Nor word from all the Greeks!
Poseidon.
And 'twas thine hand
That gave them Troy!
Pallas.
Therefore with thee I stand
To smite them.
Poseidon.
All thou cravest, even now
Is ready in mine heart. What seekest thou?
Pallas.
An homecoming that striveth ever more
And cometh to no home.