The bright-arm’d Lycians; on the fatted flock 385
  They banquet, and they drink the richest wines;
  But they are also valiant, and the fight
  Wage dauntless in the vanward of us all. 
  Oh Glaucus, if escaping safe the death
  That threats us here, we also could escape 390
  Old age, and to ourselves secure a life
  Immortal, I would neither in the van
  Myself expose, nor would encourage thee
  To tempt the perils of the glorious field. 
  But since a thousand messengers of fate 395
  Pursue us close, and man is born to die—­
  E’en let us on; the prize of glory yield,
  If yield we must, or wrest it from the foe. 
    He said, nor cold refusal in return
  Received from Glaucus, but toward the wall 400
  Their numerous Lycian host both led direct. 
  Menestheus, son of Peteos, saw appall’d
  Their dread approach, for to his tower they bent;
  Their threatening march.  An eager look he cast,
  On the embodied Greeks, seeking some Chief 405
  Whose aid might turn the battle from his van: 
  He saw, where never sated with exploits
  Of war, each Ajax fought, near whom his eye
  Kenn’d Teucer also, newly from his tent;
  But vain his efforts were with loudest call 410
  To reach their ears, such was the deafening din
  Upsent to heaven, of shields and crested helms,
  And of the batter’d gates; for at each gate
  They thundering’ stood, and urged alike at each
  Their fierce attempt by force to burst the bars. 415
  To Ajax therefore he at once dispatch’d
  A herald, and Thoeotes thus enjoin’d. 
    My noble friend, Thoeotes! with all speed
  Call either Ajax; bid them hither both;
  Far better so; for havoc is at hand. 420
  The Lycian leaders, ever in assault
  Tempestuous, bend their force against this tower
  My station.  But if also there they find
  Laborious conflict pressing them severe,
  At least let Telamonian Ajax come, 425
  And Teucer with his death-dispensing bow. 
    He spake, nor was Thoeotes slow to hear;
  Beside the rampart of the mail-clad Greeks
  Rapid he flew, and, at their side arrived,
  To either Ajax, eager, thus began. 430
    Ye leaders of the well-appointed Greeks,
  The son of noble Peteos calls; he begs
  With instant suit, that ye would share his toils,
  However short your stay; the aid of both
  Will serve him best, for havoc threatens there 435
  The Lycian leaders, ever in assault
  Tempestuous, bend their force toward the tower
  His station.  But if also here ye find
  Laborious conflict pressing you severe,
  At least let Telamonian Ajax come, 440