Now, now, O grief, put forth thy strength.
Let the distant shores resound with our mournings;
And let Echo who dwells in the slopes of the mountains
Repeat all our wailings, not, after her wont,110
With curt iteration returning the end.
Let earth hear and heed; let the sea and the sky
Record all our grief. Then smite, O ye hands,
With the strength of frenzy batter and bruise.
With crying and blows and the pain of the smiting—115
Oh, weep for Hector, wail and weep.