To young Antilochus; Hyppotion fell And Morys by Meriones; the shafts Right-aim’d of Teucer to the shades dismiss’d Prothöus and Periphetes, and the prince625 Of Sparta, Menelaus, in his flank Pierced Hyperenor; on his entrails prey’d The hungry steel, and, through the gaping wound Expell’d, his spirit flew; night veil’d his eyes. But Ajax Oïliades the swift630 Slew most; him none could equal in pursuit Of tremblers scatter’d by the frown of Jove. BOOK XV. ARGUMENT OF THE FIFTEENTH BOOK. Jove, awaking and seeing the Trojans routed, threatens Juno. He sends Iris to admonish Neptune to relinquish the battle, and Apollo to restore health to Hector. Apollo armed with the Ægis, puts to flight the Grecians; they are pursued home to their fleet, and Telamonian Ajax slays twelve Trojans bringing fire to burn it. BOOK XV. But when the flying Trojans had o’erpass’d Both stakes and trench, and numerous slaughtered lay By Grecian hands, the remnant halted all Beside their chariots, pale, discomfited. Then was it that on Ida’s summit Jove5 At Juno’s side awoke; starting, he stood At once erect; Trojans and Greeks he saw, These broken, those pursuing and led on By Neptune; he beheld also remote Encircled by his friends, and on the plain10 Extended, Hector; there he panting lay, Senseless, ejecting blood, bruised by a blow From not the feeblest of the sons of Greece. Touch’d with compassion at that sight, the Sire Of Gods and men, frowning terrific, fix’d15 His eyes on Juno, and her thus bespake. No place for doubt remains. Oh, versed in wiles, Juno! thy mischief-teeming mind perverse Hath plotted this; thou hast contrived the hurt Of Hector, and hast driven his host to flight.20 I know not but thyself mayst chance to reap The first-fruits of thy cunning, scourged[1] by me. Hast thou forgotten how I once aloft Suspended thee, with anvils at thy feet, And both thy wrists bound with a golden cord25 Indissoluble? In the clouds of heaven I hung thee, while from the Olympian heights The Gods look’d mournful on, but of them all None could deliver thee, for whom I seized, Hurl’d through the gates of heaven on earth he fell,30 Half-breathless. Neither so did I resign My hot resentment of the hero’s wrongs Immortal Hercules, whom thou by storms Call’d from the North, with mischievous intent Hadst driven far distant o’er the barren Deep35 To populous Cos. Thence I deliver’d him, And after numerous woes severe, he reach’d The shores of fruitful Argos, saved by me. I thus remind thee now, that thou mayst cease Henceforth from artifice, and mayst be taught40 How little all the dalliance and the love Which, stealing down from heaven, thou hast by fraud Obtain’d from me, shall profit thee at last. He ended, whom imperial Juno heard Shuddering, and in wing’d accents thus replied.45 Be witness Earth, the boundless Heaven above, And Styx beneath, whose stream the blessed Gods Even tremble to adjure;[2] be witness too Thy sacred life, and our connubial bed,