Meanwhile Ulysses, and th’ Ajaces both, And Diomed, with courage for the fight The Grecian force inspir’d; they undismay’d Shrank not before the Trojans’ rush and charge; In masses firm they stood, as when the clouds Are gather’d round the misty mountain top By Saturn’s son, in breathless calm, while sleep The force of Boreas and the stormy winds, That with their breath the shadowy clouds disperse; So stood the Greeks, nor shunn’d the Trojans’ charge. Through all the army Agamemnon pass’d, And cried, “Brave comrades, quit ye now like men; Bear a stout heart; and in the stubborn fight, Let each to other mutual succour give; By mutual succour more are sav’d than fall; In timid flight nor fame nor safety lies.” Thus he: and straight his jav’lin threw, and struck A man of mark, Æneas’ faithful friend, Deicoon, the son of Pergasus, By Troy, as ever foremost in the field, In equal honour held with Priam’s sons. His shield the monarch Agamemnon struck; The shield’s defence was vain; the spear pass’d through Beneath the belt, and in his groin was lodg’d; Thund’ring he fell, and loud his armour rang. On th’ other side, Æneas slew two chiefs, The bravest of the Greeks, Orsilochus And Crethon, sons of Diocles, who dwelt In thriving Phera; rich in substance he, And from the mighty River Alpheus trac’d His high descent, who through the Pylian land His copious waters pours; to him was born Orsilochus, of num’rous tribes the chief; To him succeeded valiant Diocles; To whom were born twin sons, Orsilochus And Crethon, skill’d in ev’ry point of war. They, in the vigour of their youth, to Troy Had sail’d amid the dark-ribb’d ships of Greece, Of Atreus’ sons the quarrel to uphold; But o’er them both the shades of death were spread. As two young lions, by their tawny dam Nurs’d in the mountain forest’s deep recess, On flocks and herds their youthful fury pour, With havoc to the sheepfolds, till themselves Succumb, o’ermaster’d by the hand of man: So fell these two beneath Æneas’ hand, And like two lofty pines in death they lay.