τὸν δὲ καταθνῄσκων προσέφη κορυθαίολος Ἕκτωρ:
ῆ σ' εῦ γινώσκων προτιόσσομαι. οὐδ' ὰρ ἔμελλον
πείσειν, ῆ γὰρ σοί γε σιδήρεος, ἐ᾿ν φρεσὶ θυμός:
φράζεο νῦν. μή τοί, τι θεῶν μήνιμα γένωμαι
ἤματι τῷ, ὅτε κέν σε Πάρις καὶ Φοῖβος Ἀπόλλων
ἐσθλὸν ἐόντ' ὀλέσωσιν ἐνι Σκαιῇσι πύλῃσιν:
Then even in dying spake unto him Hector of the flashing helm: "Verily I know thee well, and forbode what shall be, neither was it to be that I should persuade thee; of a truth the heart in thy breast is of iron. Bethink thee now lest haply I bring the wrath of the gods upon thee on the day when Paris and Phoebus Apollo shall slay thee, valorous though thou art, at the Scaean gate."
