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Lines 464–469
how long will ye still suffer your host to be slain by the Achaeans? Shall it be until such time as they fight about our well-built gates? Low lieth a man whom we honoured even as goodly Hector, Aeneas, son of great-hearted Anchises. Nay, come, let us save from out the din of conflict our noble comrade.
ὦ υἱεῖς Πριάμοιο διοτρεφέος βασιλῆος
ἐς τί ἔτι κτείνεσθαι ἐάσετε λαὸν Ἀχαιοῖς;
ἦ εἰς ὅ κεν ἀμφὶ πύλῃς εὖ ποιητῇσι μάχωνται;
κεῖται ἀνὴρ ὃν ἶσον ἐτίομεν Ἕκτορι δίῳ
Αἰνείας υἱὸς μεγαλήτορος Ἀγχίσαο·
ἀλλʼ ἄγετʼ ἐκ φλοίσβοιο σαώσομεν ἐσθλὸν ἑταῖρον.