God tells me, their Greek phalanx, break their highRampart and fire the galleys where they lie.Pointing to the dawn.Yon first red arrow of the Sun, that bringsThe dawn to Troy, hath freedom on his wings.

During the following lines HECTOR goes to his tent to get his shield, and as he enters sees DOLON’S bloody wolf-skin hanging. He takes it, looks at it, and throws it down without a word. Then he puts on his helmet, takes his shield and spear, and follows the Guards as they march off.CHORUS.The Chief hath spoken: let his willBe law, ye Trojans.—Raise the cryTo Arms! To Arms! and down the lineOf allies pass the battle-sign.The God of Ilion liveth still;And men may conquer ere they die.