In bloom of life by dauntless Ajax slain. 
  Then Hector hurl’d at Ajax his bright spear,
  But he, forewarn’d of its approach, escaped
  Narrowly, and it pierced Schedius instead,
  Brave son of Iphitus; he, noblest Chief 370
  Of the Phocensians, over many reign’d,
  Dwelling in Panopeus the far-renown’d. 
  Entering beneath the clavicle[4] the point
  Right through his shoulder’s summit pass’d behind,
  And on his loud-resounding arms he fell. 375
  But Ajax at his waist wounded the son
  Of Phoenops, valiant Phorcys, while he stood
  Guarding Hippothoeus; through his hollow mail
  Enforced the weapon drank his inmost life,
  And in his palm, supine, he clench’d the dust. 380
  Then, Hector with the foremost Chiefs of Troy
  Fell back; the Argives sent a shout to heaven,
  And dragging Phorcys and Hippothoeus thence
  Stripp’d both.  In that bright moment Ilium’s host
  Fear-quell’d before Achaia’s warlike sons 385
  Had Troy re-enter’d, and the host of Greece
  By matchless might and fortitude their own
  Had snatch’d a victory from the grasp of fate,
  But that, himself, the King of radiant shafts
  AEneas roused; Epytis’ son he seem’d 390
  Periphas, ancient in the service grown
  Of old Anchises whom he dearly loved;
  His form assumed, Apollo thus began. 
    How could ye save, AEneas, were the Gods
  Your enemies, the towers of lofty Troy? 395
  As I have others seen, warriors who would,
  Men fill’d with might and valor, firm themselves
  And Chiefs of multitudes disdaining fear. 
  But Jove to us the victory far more
  Than to the Grecians wills; therefore the fault 400
  Is yours, who tremble and refuse the fight. 
    He ended, whom AEneas marking, knew
  At once the glorious Archer of the skies,
  And thus to distant Hector call’d aloud. 
    Oh, Hector, and ye other Chiefs of Troy 405
  And of her brave confederates!  Shame it were
  Should we re-enter Ilium, driven to flight
  By dastard fear before the host of Greece. 
  A God assured me even now, that Jove,
  Supreme in battle, gives his aid to Troy. 410
  Rush, therefore, on the Danai direct,
  Nor let them, safe at least and unannoy’d,
  Bear hence Patroclus’ body to the fleet. 
    He spake, and starting far into the van
  Stood foremost forth; they, wheeling, faced the Greeks. 415
  Then, spear in hand, AEneas smote the friend
  Of Lycomedes, brave Leocritus,
  Son of Arisbas.  Lycomedes saw
  Compassionate his death, and drawing nigh
  First stood, then hurling his resplendent lance, 420
  Right through the liver Apisaon pierced
  Offspring of Hippasus, his chest beneath,