But let the potent orator declaim,
And with the brand of coward blot my name;
}
{ Free leave is given him, when his fatal hand
{ Has covered with more corps the sanguine strand,
{ And high as mine his towering trophies stand.
If any doubt remains, who dares the most,
Let us decide it at the Trojans' cost,
And issue both a-breast, where honour calls—
(Foes are not far to seek without the walls,)