The Story of the Iliad by Alfred John Church

So now the hosts drew near to battle. With many a cry the men of / Troy came on, clamorous as a flock of cranes when they fly southward / from the winter and the rain. But the Greeks marched in silence, / resolute to stand by one another in the battle; and beneath their / feet rose up a great cloud of dust, thick as the mist which the south / wind brings over the mountain-tops.

They were now about to fight, when from the ranks of the Trojans / Paris rushed forth. He had a panther's skin over his shoulders, and / a bow and a sword, and in either hand a spear, and he called aloud to / the Greeks that they should send forth their bravest to fight with / him. But when Menelaus saw him he was glad, for he said that now he / should avenge himself on the man who had done him such wrong. He / leapt from his chariot and rushed to meet his enemy; but Paris was / afraid when he saw Menelaus, and fled back into the ranks of his / comrades, just as a man steps back in haste when unawares in a / mountain glen he comes upon a snake. But Hector saw him, and rebuked / him: "Fair art thou to look upon, Paris, but nothing worth. Surely / the Greeks will scorn us if they think that thou art our bravest / warrior, because thou art of stately presence. But thou art a / coward; and yet thou daredst to go across the sea and carry off the / fair Helen. Why dost thou not stand and abide the onset of her / husband, and see what manner of man he is? Little would thy harp and / thy long locks and thy fair face avail when thou wert lying in the / dust! A craven race are the sons of Troy, or they would have stoned / thee ere this."