letwhatwillbeseen，allishonourableindeath，butwhenanoldmanisslainthereisnothinginthisworldmorepitiablethanthatdogsshoulddefilehisgreyhairandbeardandallthatmenhideforshame。\"
Theoldmantorehisgreyhairashespoke，buthemovednottheheartofHector。Hismotherhardbyweptandmoanedaloudasshebaredherbosomandpointedtothebreastwhichhadsuckledhim。\"Hector，\"
shecried，weepingbitterlythewhile，\"Hector，myson，spurnnotthisbreast，buthavepityuponmetoo:ifIhaveevergivenyoucomfortfrommyownbosom，thinkonitnow，dearson，andcomewithinthewalltoprotectusfromthisman；standnotwithouttomeethim。Shouldthewretchkillyou，neitherInoryourrichlydoweredwifeshalleverweep，dearoffshootofmyself，overthebedonwhichyoulie，fordogswilldevouryouattheshipsoftheAchaeans。\"
Thusdidthetwowithmanytearsimploretheirson，buttheymovednottheheartofHector，andhestoodhisgroundawaitinghugeAchillesashedrewnearertowardshim。Asserpentinitsdenuponthemountains，fullfedwithdeadlypoisons，waitsfortheapproachofman-heisfilledwithfuryandhiseyesglareterriblyashegoeswrithingroundhisden-evensoHectorleanedhisshieldagainstatowerthatjuttedoutfromthewallandstoodwherehewas，undaunted。
\"Alas，\"saidhetohimselfintheheavinessofhisheart，\"ifIgowithinthegates，Polydamaswillbethefirsttoheapreproachuponme，foritwashethaturgedmetoleadtheTrojansbacktothecityonthatawfulnightwhenAchillesagaincameforthagainstus。Iwouldnotlisten，butitwouldhavebeenindeedbetterifIhaddoneso。Nowthatmyfollyhasdestroyedthehost，IdarenotlookTrojanmenandTrojanwomenintheface，lestaworsemanshouldsay，’Hectorhasruinedusbyhisself-confidence。’SurelyitwouldbebetterformetoreturnafterhavingfoughtAchillesandslainhim，ortodiegloriouslyherebeforethecity。What，again，ifweretolaydownmyshieldandhelmet，leanmyspearagainstthewallandgostraightuptonobleAchilles？WhatifIweretopromisetogiveupHelen，whowasthefountainheadofallthiswar，andallthetreasurethatAlexandrusbroughtwithhiminhisshipstoTroy，aye，andtolettheAchaeansdividethehalfofeverythingthatthecitycontainsamongthemselves？