He held his strong shield before his breast, and brandished his bronze spear.

The son of Peleus from the other side sprang forth to meet him, like some fierce lion that the whole country-side has met to hunt and kill--at first he bodes no ill, but when some daring youth has struck him with a spear, he crouches openmouthed, his jaws foam, he roars with fury, he lashes his tail from side to side about his ribs and loins, and glares as he springs straight before him, to find out whether he is to slay, or be slain among the foremost of his foes--even with such fury did Achilles burn to spring upon Aeneas.
When they were now close up with one another Achilles was first to speak.

"Aeneas," said he, "why do you stand thus out before the host to fight me?
Is it that you hope to reign over the Trojans in the seat of Priam?
Nay, though you kill me Priam will not hand his kingdom over to you.

He is a man of sound judgement, and he has sons of his own.

Or have the Trojans been allotting you a demesne of passing richness, fair with orchard lawns and corn lands, if you should slay me?
This you shall hardly do.