Too like thy father, thou: such countenance
My Hector had, with such a tread he walked,
With such a motion did he lift his hands,
Thus stood he straight with shoulders proudly set,
And thus he oft from that high, noble brow
Would backward toss his flowing locks.—But thou,
O son, who cam'st too late for Phrygia's help,
Too soon for me, will that time ever come,
That happy day, when thou, the sole defense,470
And sole avenger of our conquered Troy,