Whom thus the meager Shadow answerd soon.
Goe whither Fate and inclination strong [ 265 ]
Leads thee, I shall not lag behinde, nor erre
The way, thou leading, such a sent I draw
Of carnage, prey innumerable, and taste
The savour of Death from all things there that live:
Nor shall I to the work thou enterprisest [ 270 ]
Be wanting, but afford thee equal aid,