But while our Greece lay bleeding, and her ships
With hostile fire were threatened, there he lay
Supine and thoughtless of his warlike arms,320
And idly strumming on his tuneful lyre.
Pyrrhus: Then mighty Hector, scornful of thy arms,
Yet felt such wholesome fear of that same lyre,
That our Thessalian ships were left in peace.
Agamemnon: An equal peace did Hector's father find
When he betook him to Achilles' ships.325
Pyrrhus: 'Tis regal thus to spare a kingly life.