Thus Ajax; Teucer heard, and ran in haste, And stood beside him, with his bended bow, And well-stor’d quiver: on the Trojans fast He pour’d his shafts; and struck Pisenor’s son, Clitus, the comrade of Polydamas, The noble son of Panthous; he the reins Held in his hand, and all his care bestow’d To guide his horses; for, where’er the throng Was thickest, there in Hector’s cause, and Troy’s, He still was found; but o’er him hung the doom Which none might turn aside; for from behind The fateful arrow struck him through the neck; Down from the car he fell; swerving aside, The startled horses whirl’d the empty car. Them first the King Polydamas beheld, And stay’d their course; to Protiaon’s son, Astynous, then he gave them, with command To keep good watch, and still be near at hand; Then ’mid the foremost join’d again the fray. Again at Hector of the brazen helm An arrow Teucer aim’d; and had the shaft The life of Hector quench’d in mid career, Not long the fight had rag’d around the ships: But Jove’s all-seeing eye beheld, who watch’d O’er Hector’s life, and Teucer’s hopes deceiv’d. The bow’s well-twisted string he snapp’d in twain, As Teucer drew; the brass-tipp’d arrow flew Wide of the mark, and dropp’d his hand the bow. Then to his brother, all aghast, he cried: “O Heav’n, some God our best-laid schemes of war Confounds, who from my hand hath, wrench’d the bow, And snapp’d the newly-twisted string, which I But late attach’d, my swift-wing’d shafts to bear.” Whom answer’d thus great Ajax Telamon: “O friend, leave there thine arrows and thy bow, Marr’d by some God who grudges our renown; But take in hand thy pond’rous spear, and cast Thy shield about thy shoulders, and thyself Stand forth, and urge the rest, to face the foe. Let us not tamely yield, if yield we must, Our well-built ships, but nobly dare the fight.” “Thus Ajax spoke; and Teucer in the tent Bestowed his bow, and o’er his shoulders threw His fourfold shield; and on his firm-set head A helm he plac’d, well-wrought, with horsehair plume, That nodded, fearful, o’er his brow; his hand Grasp’d the firm spear, with sharpen’d point of brass: Then ran, and swiftly stood by Ajax’ side. Hector meanwhile, who saw the weapon marr’d, To Trojans and to Lycians call’d aloud: