This said, brave Hector through the ports, with Troy’s bane-bringing knight, Made issue to th’ insatiate field, resolv’d to fervent fight. And as the Weather-wielder sends to seamen prosp’rous gales, When with their sallow polish’d oars, long lifted from their falls, Their wearied arms, dissolv’d with toil, can scarce strike one stroke more; Like those sweet winds appear’d these lords, to Trojans tir’d before. Then fell they to the works of death. By Paris’ valour fell King Arëithous’ hapless son, that did in Arna dwell, Menesthius, whose renownéd sire a club did ever bear, And of Phylomedusa gat, that had her eyes so clear, This slaughter’d issue. Hector’s dart strook Eionëus dead; Beneath his good steel casque it pierc’d, above his gorget-stead. Glaucus, Hippolochus’s son, that led the Lycian crew, Iphinous-Dexiades with sudden jav’lin slew, As he was mounting to his horse; his shoulders took the spear, And ere he sate, in tumbling, down, his powers dissolvéd were. When gray-ey’d Pallas had perceiv’d the Greeks so fall in fight, From high Olympus’ top she stoop’d, and did on Ilion light. Apollo, to encounter her, to Pergamus did fly, From whence he, looking to the field, wish’d Trojans’ victory. At Jove’s broad beech these Godheads met; and first Jove’s son objects; “Why, burning in contention thus, do thy extreme affects Conduct thee from our peaceful hill? Is it to oversway The doubtful victory of fight, and give the Greeks the day? Thou never pitiest perishing Troy. Yet now let me persuade, That this day no more mortal wounds may either side invade. Hereafter, till the end of Troy, they shall apply the fight, Since your immortal wills resolve to overturn it quite.” Pallas replied: “It likes me well; for this came I from heav’n; But to make either armies cease, what order shall be giv’n?” He said: “We will direct the spirit, that burns in Hector’s breast, To challenge any Greek to wounds, with single pow’rs impress’d; Which Greeks, admiring, will accept, and make some one stand out So stout a challenge to receive, with a defence as stout.” It is confirm’d; and Helenus (king Priam’s lovéd seed) By augury discern’d th’ event that these two pow’rs decreed, And greeting Hector ask’d him this: “Wilt thou be once advis’d? I am thy brother, and thy life with mine is ev’nly prized. Command the rest of Troy and Greece; to cease this public fight, And, what Greek bears the greatest mind, to single strokes excite. I promise thee that yet thy soul shall not descend to fates; So heard I thy survival cast, by the celestial States.” Hector with glad allowance gave his brother’s counsel ear, And, fronting both the hosts, advanc’d just in the midst his spear. The Trojans instantly surcease; the Greeks Atrides stay’d. The God that bears the silver bow, and war’s triumphant Maid, On Jove’s beech like two vultures sat, pleas’d to behold both parts Flow in to hear, so sternly arm’d with huge shields, helms, and darts.