breast he pierced 485
Of Pronoeus, undefended by his shield,
And stretch’d him dead; loud rang his batter’d arms.
The son of Enops, Thestor next he smote.
He on his chariot-seat magnificent
Low-cowering sat, a fear-distracted form, 490
And from his palsied grasp the reins had fallen.
Then came Patroclus nigh, and through his cheek
His teeth transpiercing, drew him by his lance
Sheer o’er the chariot front. As when a man
On some projecting rock seated, with line 495
And splendid hook draws forth a sea-fish huge,
So him wide-gaping from his seat he drew
At his spear-point, then shook him to the ground
Prone on his face, where gasping he expired.
At Eryalus, next, advancing swift 500
He hurl’d a rock; full on the middle front
He smote him, and within the ponderous casque
His whole head open’d into equal halves.
With deadliest night surrounded, prone he fell.
Epaltes, Erymas, Amphoterus, 505
Echius, Tlepolemus Damastor’s son,
Evippus, Ipheus, Pyres, Polymelus,
All these he on the champain, corse on corse
Promiscuous flung. Sarpedon, when he saw
Such havoc made of his uncinctured[13] friends 510
By Menoetiades, with sharp rebuke
His band of godlike Lycians loud address’d.
Shame on you, Lycians! whither would ye fly?
Now are ye swift indeed! I will oppose
Myself this conqueror, that I may learn 515
Who thus afflicts the Trojan host, of life
Bereaving numerous of their warriors bold.
He said, and with his arms leap’d to the ground.
On the other side, Patroclus at that sight
Sprang from his chariot. As two vultures clash 520
Bow-beak’d, crook-talon’d, on some lofty rock
Clamoring both, so they together rush’d
With clamors loud; whom when the son observed
Of wily Saturn, with compassion moved
His sister and his spouse he thus bespake. 525
Alas, he falls! my most beloved of men
Sarpedon, vanquished by Patroclus, falls!
So will the Fates. Yet, doubtful, much I muse
Whether to place him, snatch’d from furious fight
In Lycia’s wealthy realm, or to permit 530
His death by valiant Menoetiades.
To whom his awful spouse, displeased, replied.
How speaks the terrible Saturnian Jove!
Wouldst thou again from pangs of death exempt
A mortal man, destined long since to die? 535
Do it. But small thy praise shall be in heaven,
Mark thou my words, and in thy inmost breast
Treasure them. If thou send Sarpedon safe
To his own home, how many Gods their sons
May also send from battle? Weigh
Of Pronoeus, undefended by his shield,
And stretch’d him dead; loud rang his batter’d arms.
The son of Enops, Thestor next he smote.
He on his chariot-seat magnificent
Low-cowering sat, a fear-distracted form, 490
And from his palsied grasp the reins had fallen.
Then came Patroclus nigh, and through his cheek
His teeth transpiercing, drew him by his lance
Sheer o’er the chariot front. As when a man
On some projecting rock seated, with line 495
And splendid hook draws forth a sea-fish huge,
So him wide-gaping from his seat he drew
At his spear-point, then shook him to the ground
Prone on his face, where gasping he expired.
At Eryalus, next, advancing swift 500
He hurl’d a rock; full on the middle front
He smote him, and within the ponderous casque
His whole head open’d into equal halves.
With deadliest night surrounded, prone he fell.
Epaltes, Erymas, Amphoterus, 505
Echius, Tlepolemus Damastor’s son,
Evippus, Ipheus, Pyres, Polymelus,
All these he on the champain, corse on corse
Promiscuous flung. Sarpedon, when he saw
Such havoc made of his uncinctured[13] friends 510
By Menoetiades, with sharp rebuke
His band of godlike Lycians loud address’d.
Shame on you, Lycians! whither would ye fly?
Now are ye swift indeed! I will oppose
Myself this conqueror, that I may learn 515
Who thus afflicts the Trojan host, of life
Bereaving numerous of their warriors bold.
He said, and with his arms leap’d to the ground.
On the other side, Patroclus at that sight
Sprang from his chariot. As two vultures clash 520
Bow-beak’d, crook-talon’d, on some lofty rock
Clamoring both, so they together rush’d
With clamors loud; whom when the son observed
Of wily Saturn, with compassion moved
His sister and his spouse he thus bespake. 525
Alas, he falls! my most beloved of men
Sarpedon, vanquished by Patroclus, falls!
So will the Fates. Yet, doubtful, much I muse
Whether to place him, snatch’d from furious fight
In Lycia’s wealthy realm, or to permit 530
His death by valiant Menoetiades.
To whom his awful spouse, displeased, replied.
How speaks the terrible Saturnian Jove!
Wouldst thou again from pangs of death exempt
A mortal man, destined long since to die? 535
Do it. But small thy praise shall be in heaven,
Mark thou my words, and in thy inmost breast
Treasure them. If thou send Sarpedon safe
To his own home, how many Gods their sons
May also send from battle? Weigh