it well. 540
  For under yon great city fight no few
  Sprung from Immortals whom thou shalt provoke. 
  But if thou love him, and thine heart his lot
  Commiserate, leave him by the hands to fall
  Of Menoetiades in conflict dire; 545
  But give command to Death and gentle Sleep
  That him of life bereft at once they bear
  To Lycia’s ample realm,[14] where, with due rites
  Funereal, his next kindred and his friends
  Shall honor him, a pillar and a tomb 550
  (The dead man’s portion) rearing to his name. 
    She said, from whom the Sire of Gods and men
  Dissented not, but on the earth distill’d
  A sanguine shower in honor of a son
  Dear to him, whom Patroclus on the field 555
  Of fruitful Troy should slay, far from his home. 
    Opposite now, small interval between,
  Those heroes stood.  Patroclus at his waist
  Pierced Thrasymelus the illustrious friend
  Of King Sarpedon, and his charioteer. 560
  Spear’d through the lower bowels, dead he fell. 
  Then hurl’d Sarpedon in his turn a lance,
  But miss’d Patroclus and the shoulder pierced
  Of Pedasus the horse; he groaning heaved
  His spirit forth, and fallen on the field 565
  In long loud moanings sorrowful expired. 
  Wide started the immortal pair; the yoke
  Creak’d, and entanglement of reins ensued
  To both, their fellow slaughter’d at their side. 
  That mischief soon Automedon redress’d. 570
  He rose, and from beside his sturdy thigh
  Drawing his falchion, with effectual stroke
  Cut loose the side-horse; then the pair reduced
  To order, in their traces stood composed,
  And the two heroes fierce engaged again. 575
    Again his radiant spear Sarpedon hurl’d,
  But miss’d Patroclus; the innocuous point,
  O’erflying his left shoulder, pass’d beyond. 
  Then with bright lance Patroclus in his turn
  Assail’d Sarpedon, nor with erring course 580
  The weapon sped or vain, but pierced profound
  His chest, enclosure of the guarded heart. 
  As falls an oak, poplar, or lofty pine
  With new-edged axes on the mountains hewn
  Right through, for structure of some gallant bark, 585
  So fell Sarpedon stretch’d his steeds before
  And gnash’d his teeth and clutch’d the bloody dust,
  And as a lion slays a tawny bull
  Leader magnanimous of all the herd;
  Beneath the lion’s jaws groaning he dies; 590
  So, leader of the shielded Lycians groan’d
  Indignant, by Patroclus slain, the bold
  Sarpedon, and his friend thus, sad, bespake. 
    Glaucus, my friend, among these warring Chiefs
  Thyself a Chief illustrious! thou hast need 595