So saying, at Ajax his bright spear he cast525 Him pierced he not, but Lycophron the son Of Mastor, a Cytherian, who had left Cytheras, fugitive for blood, and dwelt With Ajax. Him standing at Ajax’ side, He pierced above his ear; down from the stern530 Supine he fell, and in the dust expired. Then, shuddering, Ajax to his brother spake. Alas, my Teucer! we have lost our friend; Mastorides is slain, whom we received An inmate from Cytheræ, and with love535 And reverence even filia,, entertain’d; B9 Hector pierced, he dies. Where are thy shafts Death-wing’d, and bow, by gift from Phœbus thine? He said, whom Teucer hearing, instant ran With bow and well-stored quiver to his side,540 Whence soon his arrows sought the Trojan host. He struck Pisenor’s son Clytus, the friend And charioteer of brave Polydamas, Offspring of Panthus, toiling with both hands To rule his fiery steeds; for more to please545 The Trojans and their Chief, where stormy most He saw the battle, thither he had driven. But sudden mischief, valiant as he was, Found him, and such as none could waft aside, For right into his neck the arrow plunged,550 And down he fell; his startled coursers shook Their trappings, and the empty chariot rang. That sound alarm’d Polydamas; he turn’d, And flying to their heads, consign’d them o’er To Protiaön’s son, Astynoüs,555 Whom he enjoin’d to keep them in his view; Then, turning, mingled with the van again. But Teucer still another shaft produced Design’d for valiant Hector, whose exploits (Had that shaft reach’d him) at the ships of Greece560 Had ceased for ever. But the eye of Jove, Guardian of Hector’s life, slept not; he took From Telamonian Te5cer that renown, And while he stood straining the twisted nerve Against the Trojan, snapp’d it. Devious flew565 The steel-charged[11] arrow, and he dropp’d his bow. Then shuddering, to his brother thus he spake. Ah! it is evident. Some Power divine Makes fruitless all our efforts, who hath struck My bow out of my hand, and snapt the cord570 With which I strung it new at dawn of day, That it might bear the bound of many a shaft. To whom the towering son of Telamon. Leave then thy bow, and let thine arrows rest, Which, envious of the Greeks, some God confounds,575 That thou may’st fight with spear and buckler arm’d, And animate the rest. Such be our deeds That, should they conquer us, our foes may find Our ships, at least a prize not lightly won. So Ajax spake; then Teucer, in his tent580 The bow replacing, slung his fourfold shield, Settled on his illustrious brows his casque With hair high-crested, waving, as he moved, Terrible from above, took forth a spear Tough-grain’d, acuminated sharp with brass,585 And stood, incontinent, at Ajax’ side. Hector perceived the change, and of the cause Conscious, with echoing voice call’d to his host. Trojans and Lycians and close-fighting sons Of Dardanus, oh now, my friends, be men;590 Now, wheresoever through the fleet dispersed,