Ye need not, fellow-warriors, to be taught
That now, as ever, the immortal Gods 980
Honor on seniority bestow. 
Ajax is elder, yet not much, than I.
But Laertiades was born in times
Long past, a chief coeval with our sires,
Not young, but vigorous; and of the Greeks, 985
Achilles may alone with him contend. 
So saying, the merit of superior speed
To Peleus’ son he gave, who thus replied. 
Antilochus! thy praise of me shall prove
Nor vain nor unproductive to thyself, 990
For the half-talent doubled shall be thine. 
He spake, and, doubling it, the talent placed
Whole in his hand.  He glad the gift received. 
Achilles, then Sarpedon’s arms produced,
Stripp’d from him by Patroclus, his long spear, 995
Helmet and shield, which in the midst he placed. 
He stood erect, and to the Greeks he cried. 
I call for two brave warriors arm’d to prove
Each other’s skill with weapons keen, this prize
Disputing, next, in presence of us all. 1000
Who first shall through his armor reach the skin
Of his antagonist, and shall draw his blood,
To him this silver-studded falchion bright
I give; the blade is Thracian, and of late
Asteropaeus wore it, whom I slew. 1005
These other arms shall be their common meed,
And I will banquet both within my tent. 
He said, then Telamonian Ajax huge
Arose, and opposite the son arose
Of warlike Tydeus, Diomede the brave. 1010
Apart from all the people each put on
His arms, then moved into the middle space,
Lowering terrific, and on fire to fight. 
The host look’d on amazed.  Approaching each
The other, thrice they sprang to the assault, 1015
And thrice struck hand to hand.  Ajax the shield
Pierced of his adversary, but the flesh
Attain’d not, baffled by his mail within. 
Then Tydeus’ son, sheer o’er the ample disk
Of Ajax, thrust a lance home to his neck, 1020
And the Achaians for the life appall’d
Of Ajax, bade them, ceasing, share the prize. 
But the huge falchion with its sheath and belt—­
Achilles them on Diomede bestow’d. 
The hero, next, an iron clod produced 1025
Rough from the forge, and wont to task the might
Of King Eetion; but, when him he slew,
Pelides, glorious chief, with other spoils
From Thebes convey’d it in his fleet to Troy. 
He stood erect, and to the Greeks he cried. 1030
Come forth who also shall this prize dispute! 
How far soe’er remote the winner’s fields,
This lump shall serve his wants five circling years;
His shepherd shall not, or his plower, need
In quest of iron seek the distant town, 1035
But hence he shall himself their wants supply.[25]