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Nor yet this rage his boiling breast forsook,
which thus redoubling on Attrides broke:
"O monster! mid of insolence and fear,
thou dog in forehead, and in heart a deer!
When wert thou known in abush'd fights to dare,
or nobly face the horrid front of war?
'Tis ours, the chance, of fighting fields to try;
Thine to look on, and bid the valiant die;
'Tis so much safer through the camp to go,
and rob a subject, than despoil a foe.
Scourge of thy people, violent and base!
Sent in Jove's anger on a slavish race:
Who, lost to sense of generous freedom past,
are tamed to wrongs; -- but this had been thy last!
Now by this sacred sceptre hear me swear,
which never more shall leaves or blossoms bear,
which sever'd from the trunk (as I from thee)
on the bare mountain left its parent tree;
This sceptre, form'd by temper'd steel to prove,
an ensign of the delegates of Jove,
from whom the power of laws and justice spring
(Trementous oath! Inviolate to kings!);
By this I swear:-- When bleeding Greece again
shall call Achilles, she shall call in vain.
When flush'd with slaughter, Hector comes to spread
the purpled sore with mountains of dead,
then shall thou morn the affront thy madness gave,
forced to deplore when impotent to save;
Then rage in bitterness of soul to know
this act has made the bravest Greek thy foe."

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