While aged Priam stretches forth his helpless hands.
Achates (488-497):
And here behold thyself amid the Grecian chiefs
In combat raging. See the swarthy Memnon’s arms,
And that fierce maid, who, clad in gleaming armor, dares
To lead her Amazons and mingle in the fray.
Music is heard in the distance, flutes and zithers leading a chorus.
But hark! The distant strains of music greet my ear,
As of some stately progress fitly timed with flute
And zither.