host 300
Proceeded, laden with his gorgeous arms. 
Cooen that sight beheld, illustrious Chief,
Antenor’s eldest born, but with dim eyes
Through anguish for his brother’s fall.  Unseen
Of noble Agamemnon, at his side 305
He cautious stood, and with a spear his arm,
Where thickest flesh’d, below his elbow, pierced,
Till opposite the glittering point appear’d. 
A thrilling horror seized the King of men
So wounded; yet though wounded so, from fight 310
He ceased not, but on Cooen rush’d, his spear
Grasping, well-thriven growth[11] of many a wind. 
He by the foot drew off Iphidamas,
His brother, son of his own sire, aloud
Calling the Trojan leaders to his aid; 315
When him so occupied with his keen point
Atrides pierced his bossy shield beneath. 
Expiring on Iphidamas he fell
Prostrate, and Agamemnon lopp’d his head. 
Thus, under royal Agamemnon’s hand, 320
Antenor’s sons their destiny fulfill’d,
And to the house of Ades journey’d both. 
Through other ranks of warriors then he pass’d,
Now with his spear, now with his falchion arm’d,
And now with missile force of massy stones, 325
While yet his warm blood sallied from the wound. 
But when the wound grew dry, and the blood ceased,
Anguish intolerable undermined
Then all the might of Atreus’ royal son. 
As when a laboring woman’s arrowy throes 330
Seize her intense, by Juno’s daughters dread
The birth-presiding Ilithyae deep
Infixt, dispensers of those pangs severe;
So, anguish insupportable subdued
Then all the might of Atreus’ royal son. 335
Up-springing to his seat, instant he bade
His charioteer drive to the hollow barks,
Heart-sick himself with pain; yet, ere he went,
With voice loud-echoing hail’d the Danai. 

    Friends! counsellors and leaders of the Greeks! 340

Now drive, yourselves, the battle from your ships. 
For me the Gods permit not to employ
In fight with Ilium’s host the day entire. 

    He ended, and the charioteer his steeds

Lash’d to the ships; they not unwilling flew, 345
Bearing from battle the afflicted King
With foaming chests and bellies grey with dust. 
Soon Hector, noting his retreat, aloud
Call’d on the Trojans and allies of Troy. 

    Trojans and Lycians, and close-fighting sons 350

Of Dardanus! oh summon all your might;
Now, now be men!  Their bravest is withdrawn! 
Glory and honor from Saturnian Jove
On me attend; now full against the Greeks
Drive all your steeds, and win a deathless name. 355

    He spake—­and all drew courage from his word. 

As when his hounds bright-tooth’d some hunter