of the gates are attempting resistance, in a struggle where
the powers of war are blind.’
“At these words of the son of Othrys, and heaven’s
will thus expressed, I plunge into the fire and the battle,
following the war-fiend’s yell, the din of strife, and the 20
shout that rose to the sky. There join me Rhipeus and
Epytus, bravest in fight, crossing my way in the moonlight,
as also Hypanis and Dymas, and form at my side;
young Coroebus, too, Mygdon’s son; he happened to be
just then come to Troy, with a frantic passion for Cassandra, 25