By Menelaus, son of Atreus, slain Suddenly, and of all his arms despoil’d. But as the lion on the mountains bred, Glorious in strength, when he hath seized the best And fairest of the herd, with savage fangs75 First breaks her neck, then laps the bloody paunch Torn wide; meantime, around him, but remote, Dogs stand and swains clamoring, yet by fear Repress’d, annoy him not nor dare approach; So there all wanted courage to oppose80 The force of Menelaus, glorious Chief. Then, easily had Menelaus borne The armor of the son of Panthus thence, But that Apollo the illustrious prize Denied him, who in semblance of the Chief85 Of the Ciconians, Mentes, prompted forth Against him Hector terrible as Mars, Whose spirit thus in accents wing’d he roused. Hector! the chase is vain; here thou pursuest The horses of Æacides the brave,90 Which thou shalt never win, for they are steeds Of fiery nature, such as ill endure To draw or carry mortal man, himself Except, whom an immortal mother bore. Meantime, bold Menelaus, in defence95 Of dead Patroclus, hath a Trojan slain Of highest note, Euphorbus, Panthus’ son, And hath his might in arms for ever quell’d. So spake the God and to the fight return’d. But grief intolerable at that word100 Seized Hector; darting through the ranks his eye, He knew at once who stripp’d Euphorbus’ arms, And him knew also lying on the field, And from his wide wound bleeding copious still. Then dazzling bright in arms, through all the van105 He flew, shrill-shouting, fierce as Vulcan’s fire Unquenchable; nor were his shouts unheard By Atreus’ son, who with his noble mind Conferring sad, thus to himself began. Alas! if I forsake these gorgeous spoils,110 And leave Patroclus for my glory slain, I fear lest the Achaians at that sight Incensed, reproach me; and if, urged by shame, I fight with Hector and his host, alone, Lest, hemm’d around by multitudes, I fall;115 For Hector, by his whole embattled force Attended, comes. But whither tend my thoughts? No man may combat with another fenced By power divine and whom the Gods exalt, But he must draw down wo on his own head.120 Me, therefore, none of all Achaia’s host Will blame indignant, seeing my retreat From Hector, whom themselves the Gods assist. But might the battle-shout of Ajax once Reach me, with force united we would strive,125 Even in opposition to a God, To rescue for Achilles’ sake, his friend. Task arduous! but less arduous than this. While he thus meditated, swift advanced The Trojan ranks, with Hector at their head.130 He then, retiring slow, and turning oft, Forsook the body. As by dogs and swains With clamors loud and spears driven from the stalls A bearded lion goes, his noble heart Abhors retreat, and slow he quits the prey;135 So Menelaus with slow steps forsook Patroclus, and arrived in front, at length, Of his own phalanx, stood, with sharpen’d eyes Seeking vast Ajax, son of Telamon. Him leftward, soon, of all the field he mark’d140