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"Do not, you dog, supplicate me by knees or parents. Would that my passion and spirit would drive me to devour your hacked-off flesh raw, such things you have done; so there is no one who can keep the dogs from your head, nor if they haul here and weight out ten times and twenty times the ransom, and promise more, not if Dardanian Priam seeks to pay your weight in gold, not in any way will your lady mother mourn you laid out opon your bier, the child she bore, but the dogs and the birds will devour you wholly."


Then, dying, Hector of the shimmering helm addressed him:


"Knowing you well, I divine my fate; nor will I persuade you. Surely the soul in your breast is iron. Yet now take care, lest I become the cause of the god's wrath against you, on that day when Paris and Phoebus Apollo destroy you, great warrior though you be, at the Scaean gates."


Homer. The Illiad, 22.347-360