Reproach is infinite, and knows no end.
O Friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong And let no warrior in the heat of fight, Do what may bring him shame in others' eyes
If not yet lost to all the sense of shame.
It never was our guise to slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.
For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.