He, therefore, fear’d not for his death, but hope Indulged much rather, that, the battle push’d To Ilium’s gates, he should return alive. For that his friend, unaided by himself490 Or ever aided, should prevail to lay Troy waste, he nought supposed; by Thetis warn’d In secret conference oft, he better knew Jove’s purpose; yet not even she had borne Those dreadful tidings to his ear, the loss495 Immeasurable of his dearest friend. They all around the dead fought spear in hand With mutual slaughter ceaseless, and amid Achaia’s host thus spake a Chief mail-arm’d. Shame were it, Grecians! should we seek by flight500 Our galleys now; yawn earth our feet beneath And here ingulf us rather! Better far Than to permit the steed-famed host of Troy To drag Patroclus hence into the town, And make the glory of this conflict theirs.505 Thus also of the dauntless Trojans spake A certain warrior. Oh, my friends! although The Fates ordain us, one and all, to die Around this body, stand! quit not the field. So spake the warrior prompting into act510 The courage of his friends, and such they strove On both sides; high into the vault of heaven The iron din pass’d through the desart air. Meantime the horses of Æacides From fight withdrawn, soon as they understood515 Their charioteer fallen in the dust beneath The arm of homicidal Hector, wept. Them oft with hasty lash Diores’ son Automedon impatient smote, full oft He stroked them gently, and as oft he chode;[7]520 Yet neither to the fleet ranged on the shore Of spacious Hellespont would they return, Nor with the Grecians seek the fight, but stood As a sepulchral pillar stands, unmoved Between their traces;[8] to the earth they hung525 Their heads, with plenteous tears their driver mourn’d, And mingled their dishevell’d manes with dust. Jove saw their grief with pity, and his brows Shaking, within himself thus, pensive, said. Ah hapless pair! Wherefore by gift divine530 Were ye to Peleus given, a mortal king, Yourselves immortal and from age exempt? Was it that ye might share in human woes? For, of all things that breathe or creep the earth, No creature lives so mere a wretch as man.535 Yet shall not Priameian Hector ride Triumphant, drawn by you. Myself forbid. Suffice it that he boasts vain-gloriously Those arms his own. Your spirit and your limbs I will invigorate, that ye may bear540 Safe hence Automedon into the fleet. For I ordain the Trojans still to spread Carnage around victorious, till they reach The gallant barks, and till the sun at length Descending, sacred darkness cover all.545 He said, and with new might the steeds inspired. They, shaking from their hair profuse the dust, Between the van of either army whirl’d The rapid chariot. Fighting as he pass’d, Though fill’d with sorrow for his slaughter’d friend,550 Automedon high-mounted swept the field Impetuous as a vulture scattering geese; Now would he vanish, and now, turn’d again, Chase through a multitude his trembling foe;