Illustrate Hector, nor give leave that I shall end the day In fight against the Ilion pow’r; my wound is in my way.” This said, his ready charioteer did scourge his spriteful horse, That freely to the sable fleet perform’d their fi’ry course. To bear their wounded sovereign apart the martial thrust, Sprinkling their pow’rful breasts with foam, and snowing on the dust. When Hector heard of his retreat, thus he for fame contends: “Trojans, Dardanians, Lycians, all my close-fighting friends, Think what it is to be renown’d, be soldiers all of name, Our strongest enemy is gone, Jove vows to do us fame, Then in the Grecian faces drive your one-hoof’d violent steeds, And far above their best be best, and glorify your deeds.” Thus as a dog-giv’n hunter sets upon a brace of boars His white-tooth’d hounds, puffs, shouts, breathes terms, and on his emprese pours All his wild art to make them pinch; so Hector urg’d his host To charge the Greeks, and, he himself most bold and active most, He brake into the heat of fight, as when a tempest raves, Stoops from the clouds, and all on heaps doth cuff the purple waves. Who then was first, and last, he kill’d, when Jove did grace his deed? Assæus, and Autonous, Opys, and Clytus’ seed Prince Dolops, and the honour’d sire of sweet Euryalus Opheltes, Agelaus next, and strong Hipponous, Orus, Æsymnus, all of name. The common soldiers fell, As when the hollow flood of air in Zephyr’s cheeks doth swell, And sparseth all the gather’d clouds white Notus’ pow’r did draw, Wraps waves in waves, hurls up the froth beat with a vehement flaw; So were the common soldiers wrack’d in troops by Hector’s hand. Then ruin had enforc’d such works as no Greeks could withstand, Then in their fleet they had been hous’d, had not Laertes’ son Stirr’d up the spirit of Diomed, with this impression: “Tydides, what do we sustain, forgetting what we are? Stand by me, dearest in my love. ’Twere horrible impair For our two valours to endure a customary flight, To leave our navy still engag’d, and but by fits to fight.” He answer’d: “I am bent to stay, and anything sustain; But our delight to prove us men will prove but short and vain, For Jove makes Trojans instruments, and virtually then Wields arms himself. Our cross affairs are not ’twixt men and men.” This said, Thymbræus with his lance he tumbled from his horse, Near his left nipple wounding him. Ulysses did enforce Fair Molion, minion to this king that Diomed subdu’d. Both sent they thence till they return’d, who now the king pursu’d And furrow’d through the thicken’d troops. As when two chaséd boars Turn head ’gainst kennels of bold hounds, and race way through their gores; So, turn’d from flight, the forward kings show’d Trojans backward death. Nor fled the Greeks, but by their wills, to get great Hector breath. Then took they horse and chariot from two bold city foes, Merops Percosius’ mighty sons. Their father could disclose, Beyond all men, hid auguries, and would not give consent