They, wearied, slept profound; beside them lay, 560
In triple order regular arranged,
Their radiant armor, and their steeds in pairs. 
Amid them Rhesus slept, and at his side
His coursers, to the outer chariot-ring
Fasten’d secure.  Ulysses saw him first, 565
And, seeing, mark’d him out to Diomede. 

    Behold the man, Tydides!  Lo! the steeds

By Dolon specified whom we have slain. 
Be quick.  Exert thy force.  Arm’d as thou art,
Sleep not.  Loose thou the steeds, or slaughter thou 570
The Thracians, and the steeds shall be my care. 

    He ceased; then blue-eyed Pallas with fresh force

Invigor’d Diomede.  From side to side
He slew; dread groans arose of dying men
Hewn with the sword, and the earth swam with blood. 575
As if he find a flock unguarded, sheep
Or goats, the lion rushes on his prey,
With such unsparing force Tydides smote
The men of Thrace, till he had slaughter’d twelve;
And whom Tydides with his falchion struck 580
Laertes’ son dragg’d by his feet abroad,
Forecasting that the steeds might pass with ease,
Nor start, as yet uncustom’d to the dead. 
But when the son of Tydeus found the King,
Him also panting forth his last, last, breath, 585
He added to the twelve; for at his head
An evil dream that night had stood, the form
Of Diomede, by Pallas’ art devised. 
Meantime, the bold Ulysses loosed the steeds,
Which, to each other rein’d, he drove abroad, 590
Smiting them with his bow (for of the scourge
He thought not in the chariot-seat secured)
And as he went, hiss’d, warning Diomede. 
But he, projecting still some hardier deed,
Stood doubtful, whether by the pole to draw 595
The chariot thence, laden with gorgeous arms,
Or whether heaving it on high, to bear
The burthen off, or whether yet to take
More Thracian lives; when him with various thoughts
Perplex’d, Minerva, drawing near, bespake. 600

    Son of bold Tydeus! think on thy return

To yonder fleet, lest thou depart constrain’d. 
Some other God may rouse the powers of Troy. 

    She ended, and he knew the voice divine. 

At once he mounted.  With his bow the steeds 605
Ulysses plyed, and to the ships they flew. 

    Nor look’d the bender of the silver bow,

Apollo, forth in vain, but at the sight
Of Pallas following Diomede incensed,
Descended to the field where numerous most 610
He saw the Trojans, and the Thracian Chief
And counsellor, Hippocooen aroused,[19]
Kinsman of Rhesus, and renown’d in arms. 
He, starting from his sleep, soon as he saw
The spot deserted where so lately lay 615
Those fiery coursers, and his warrior friends