Feeding their flocks on Ida had surprised
And bound with osiers, but for ransom loosed. 130
Of these, imperial Agamemnon, first,
Above the pap pierced Isus; next, he smote
Antiphus with his sword beside the ear,
And from his chariot cast him to the ground. 
Conscious of both, their glittering arms he stripp’d, 135
For he had seen them when from Ida’s heights
Achilles led them to the Grecian fleet. 
As with resistless fangs the lion breaks
The young in pieces of the nimble hind,
Entering her lair, and takes their feeble lives; 140
She, though at hand, can yield them no defence,
But through the thick wood, wing’d with terror, starts
Herself away, trembling at such a foe;
So them the Trojans had no power to save,
Themselves all driven before the host of Greece. 145
Next, on Pisandrus, and of dauntless heart
Hippolochus he rush’d; they were the sons
Of brave Antimachus, who with rich gifts
By Paris bought, inflexible withheld
From Menelaus still his lovely bride. 150
His sons, the monarch, in one chariot borne
Encounter’d; they (for they had lost the reins)
With trepidation and united force
Essay’d to check the steeds; astonishment
Seized both; Atrides with a lion’s rage 155
Came on, and from the chariot thus they sued. 

    Oh spare us! son of Atreus, and accept

Ransom immense.  Antimachus our sire
Is rich in various treasure, gold and brass,
And temper’d steel, and, hearing the report 160
That in Achaia’s fleet his sons survive,
He will requite thee with a glorious price. 

    So they, with tears and gentle terms the King

Accosted, but no gentle answer heard. 

    Are ye indeed the offspring of the Chief 165

Antimachus, who when my brother once
With godlike Laertiades your town
Enter’d ambassador, his death advised
In council, and to let him forth no more? 
Now rue ye both the baseness of your sire. 170

    He said, and from his chariot to the plain

Thrust down Pisandrus, piercing with keen lance
His bosom, and supine he smote the field. 
Down leap’d Hippolochus, whom on the ground
He slew, cut sheer his hands, and lopp’d his head, 175
And roll’d it like a mortar[9] through the ranks. 
He left the slain, and where he saw the field
With thickest battle cover’d, thither flew
By all the Grecians follow’d bright in arms. 
The scatter’d infantry constrained to fly, 180
Fell by the infantry; the charioteers,
While with loud hoofs their steeds the dusty soil
Excited, o’er the charioteers their wheels
Drove brazen-fellied, and the King of men
Incessant slaughtering, called his Argives[10] on. 185