Thence drawing far into the Grecian host
To their associates gave the hapless pair, 680
Then, both returning, fought in front again. 

    Next, fierce as Mars, Pylaemenes they slew,

Prince of the shielded band magnanimous
Of Paphlagonia.  Him Atrides kill’d
Spear-practised Menelaus, with a lance 685
His throat transpiercing while erect he rode. 
Then, while his charioteer, Mydon the brave,
Son of Atymnias, turn’d his steeds to flight,
Full on his elbow-point Antilochus,
The son of Nestor, dash’d him with a stone. 690
The slack reins, white as ivory,[15] forsook
His torpid hand and trail’d the dust.  At once
Forth sprang Antilochus, and with his sword
Hew’d deep his temples.  On his head he pitch’d
Panting, and on his shoulders in the sand 695
(For in deep sand he fell) stood long erect,
Till his own coursers spread him in the dust;
The son of Nestor seized, and with his scourge
Drove them afar into the host of Greece. 

    Them Hector through the ranks espying, flew 700

With clamor loud to meet them; after whom
Advanced in phalanx firm the powers of Troy,
Mars led them, with Enyo terror-clad;
She by the maddening tumult of the fight
Attended, he, with his enormous spear 705
in both hands brandish’d, stalking now in front
Of Hector, and now following his steps. 

    Him Diomede the bold discerning, felt

Himself no small dismay; and as a man
Wandering he knows not whither, far from home, 710
If chance a rapid torrent to the sea
Borne headlong thwart his course, the foaming flood
Obstreperous views awhile, then quick retires,
So he, and his attendants thus bespake. 

    How oft, my countrymen! have we admired 715

The noble Hector, skillful at the spear
And unappall’d in fight? but still hath he
Some God his guard, and even now I view
In human form Mars moving at his side. 
Ye, then, with faces to the Trojans turn’d, 720
Ceaseless retire, and war not with the Gods. 

    He ended; and the Trojans now approach’d. 

Then two bold warriors in one chariot borne,
By valiant Hector died, Menesthes one,
And one, Anchialus.  Them fallen in fight 725
Ajax the vast, touch’d with compassion saw;
Within small space he stood, his glittering spear
Dismiss’d, and pierced Amphius.  Son was he
Of Selagus, and Paesus was his home,
Where opulent he dwelt, but by his fate 730
Was led to fight for Priam and his sons. 
Him Telamonian Ajax through his belt
Wounded, and in his nether bowels deep
Fix’d his long-shadow’d spear.  Sounding he fell. 
Illustrious Ajax running to the slain