On lofty mountains, while the fury sleeps Of Boreas, and of all the stormy winds Shrill-voiced, that chase the vapors when they blow, So stood the Greeks, expecting firm the approach625 Of Ilium’s powers, and neither fled nor fear’d. Then Agamemnon the embattled host On all sides ranging, cheer’d them. Now, he cried, Be steadfast, fellow warriors, now be men! Hold fast a sense of honor. More escape630 Of men who fear disgrace, than fall in fight, While dastards forfeit life and glory both. He said, and hurl’d his spear. He pierced a friend Of brave Æneas, warring in the van, Deicöon son of Pergasus, in Troy635 Not less esteem’d than Priam’s sons themselves, Such was his fame in foremost fight acquired. Him Agamemnon on his buckler smote, Nor stayed the weapon there, but through his belt His bowels enter’d, and with hideous clang640 And outcry[14] of his batter’d arms he fell. Æneas next two mightiest warriors slew, Sons of Diocles, of a wealthy sire, Whose house magnificent in Phæræ stood, Orsilochus and Crethon. Their descent645 From broad-stream’d Alpheus, Pylian flood, they drew. Alpheus begat Orsilochus, a prince Of numerous powers. Orsilochus begat Warlike Diodes. From Diodes sprang Twins, Crethon and Orsilochus, alike650 Valiant, and skilful in all forms of war. Their boyish prime scarce past, they, with the Greeks Embarking, in their sable ships had sail’d To steed-fam’d Ilium; just revenge they sought For Atreus’ sons, but perished first themselves.655 As two young lions, in the deep recess Of some dark forest on the mountain’s brow Late nourished by their dam, forth-issuing, seize The fatted flocks and kine, both folds and stalls Wasting rapacious, till, at length, themselves660 Deep-wounded perish by the hand of man, So they, both vanquish’d by Æneas, fell, And like two lofty pines uprooted, lay. Them fallen in battle Menelaus saw With pity moved; radiant in arms he shook665 His brazen spear, and strode into the van. Mars urged him furious on, conceiving hope Of his death also by Æneas’ hand. But him the son of generous Nestor mark’d Antilochus, and to the foremost fight670 Flew also, fearing lest some dire mischance The Prince befalling, at one fatal stroke Should frustrate all the labors of the Greeks. They, hand to hand, and spear to spear opposed, Stood threatening dreadful onset, when beside675 The Spartan chief Antilochus appear’d. Æneas, at the sight of two combined, Stood not, although intrepid. They the dead Thence drawing far into the Grecian host To their associates gave the hapless pair,680 Then, both returning, fought in front again. Next, fierce as Mars, Pylæmenes they slew, Prince of the shielded band magnanimous Of Paphlagonia. Him Atrides kill’d Spear-practised Menelaus, with a lance685 His throat transpiercing while erect he rode. Then, while his charioteer, Mydon the brave, Son of Atymnias, turn’d his steeds to flight, Full on his elbow-point Antilochus, The son of Nestor, dash’d him with a stone.690