The Trojan host at Ilus’ tomb was in battalia led By Hector and Polydamas, and old Anchises’ seed Who god-like was esteem’d in Troy, by grave Antenor’s race Divine Agenor, Polybus, unmarried Acamas Proportion’d like the States of heav’n. In front of all the field, Troy’s great Priamides did bear his all-ways-equal shield, Still plying th’ ord’ring of his pow’r. And as amids the sky We sometimes see an ominous star blaze clear and dreadfully, Then run his golden head in clouds, and straight appear again; So Hector otherwhiles did grace the vaunt-guard, shining plain, Then in the rear-guard hid himself, and labour’d ev’rywhere To order and encourage all; his armour was so clear, And he applied each place so fast, that, like a lightning thrown Out of the shield of Jupiter, in ev’ry eye he shone. And as upon a rich man’s crop of barley or of wheat, Oppos’d for swiftness at their work, a sort of reaper’s sweat, Bear down the furrows speedily, and thick their handfuls fall; So at the joining of the hosts ran slaughter through them all, None stoop’d to any fainting thought of foul inglorious flight, But equal bore they up their heads, and far’d like wolves in fight. Stern Eris, with such weeping sights, rejoic’d to feed her eyes, Who only show’d herself in field, of all the Deities; The other in Olympus’ tops sat silent, and repined That Jove to do the Trojans grace should bear so fix’d a mind. He car’d not, but, enthron’d apart, triumphant sat in sway Of his free pow’r, and from his seat took pleasure to display The city so adorn’d with tow’rs, the sea with vessels fill’d, The splendour of refulgent arms, the killer and the kill’d. As long as bright Aurora rul’d, and sacred day increas’d, So long their darts made mutual wounds, and neither had the best; But when, in hill-environ’d vales, the timber-feller takes A sharp set stomach to his meat, and dinner ready makes, His sinews fainting, and his spirits become surcharg’d and dull, Time of accustom’d ease arriv’d, his hands with labour full, Then by their valours Greeks brake through the Trojan ranks, and cheer’d Their gen’ral squadrons through the host; then first of all appear’d The person of the king himself; and then the Trojans lost Bianor by his royal charge, a leader in the host. Who being slain, his charioteer, Oïleus, did alight, And stood in skirmish with the king; the king did deadly smite His forehead with his eager lance, and through his helm it ran, Enforcing passage to his brain, quite through the harden’d pan, His brain mix’d with his clotter’d blood, his body strew’d the ground. There left he them, and presently he other objects found; Isus and Antiphus, two sons King Priam did beget, One lawful, th’ other wantonly. Both in one chariot met Their royal foe; the baser born, Isus, was charioteer, And famous Antiphus did fight; both which king Peleus’ heir, Whilome in Ida keeping flocks, did deprehend and bind With pliant osiers, and, for price, them to their sire resign’d.