Nor leave him dead upon the field, as late ye left Patroclus’.
But him the dapplefooted steed under the yoke accosted;
(And droop’d his auburn head aside straightway; and through the collar,
His full mane, streaming to the ground, over the yoke was scatter’d:
Him Juno, whitearm’d goddess, then with voice Of man endowèd):
‘Now and again we verily will save and more than save thee,
Dreadful Achilles! yet for thee the deadly day approacheth.
Not ours the guilt; but mighty God and stubborn Fate are guilty.
Not by the slowness of our feet or dulness of our spirit
The Troians did thy armour strip from shoulders of Patroclus;