Ares, Ares, thou bane of mortals, thou blood-stained stormer of walls, 456 wilt thou not now enter into the battle and withdraw this man therefrom, 457 this son of Tydeus, who now would fight even against father Zeus? 458 Cypris first hath he wounded in close fight on the hand at the wrist, 459 and thereafter rushed he upon mine own self like unto a god. 460 So spake he, and himself sate him down upon the height of 461 Pergamus, and baneful Ares entered amid the Trojans’ ranks 462 and urged