As harmful as their hearts were good; and stretch’d those chains as far On both sides as their limbs could bear, in which they were involv’d Past breach, or loosing, that their knees might therefore be dissolv’d. Then, though a half-grey man he were, Crete’s sov’reign did excite The Greeks to blows, and flew upon the Trojans, ev’n to flight; For he, in sight of all the host, Othryonëus slew, That from Cabesus, with the fame of those wars, thither drew His new-come forces, and requir’d, without respect of dow’r, Cassandra, fair’st of Priam’s race; assuring with his pow’r A mighty labour, to expell, in their despite, from Troy The sons of Greece. The king did vow, that done, he should enjoy His goodliest daughter. He (in trust of that fair purchase) fought; And at him threw the Cretan king a lance, that singled out This great assumer, whom it strook just in his navel-stead. His brazen curets helping nought, resign’d him to the dead. Then did the conqueror exclaim, and thus insulted then: “Othryonëus, I will praise, beyond all mortal men, Thy living virtues, if thou wilt now perfect the brave vow Thou mad’st to Priam, for the wife he promis’d to bestow. And where he should have kept his word, there we assure thee here, To give thee for thy princely wife the fairest and most dear Of our great Gen’ral’s female race, which from his Argive hall We all will wait upon to Troy, if, with our aids, and all, Thou wilt but raze this well-built town. Come, therefore, follow me, That in our ships we may conclude this royal match with thee. I’ll be no jot worse than my word.” With that he took his feet, And dragg’d him through the fervent fight; in which did Asius meet The victor, to inflict revenge. He came on foot before His horse, that on his shoulders breath’d; so closely evermore His coachman led them to his lord; who held a huge desire To strike the king, but he strook first, and underneath his chin, At his throat’s height, through th’ other side, his eager lance drave in; And down he bustled like an oak, a poplar, or a pine, Hewn down for shipwood, and so lay. His fall did so decline The spirit of his charioteer, that, lest he should incense The victor to impair his spoil, he durst not drive from thence His horse and chariot; and so pleas’d, with that respective part, Antilochus, that for his fear he reach’d him with a dart About his belly’s midst, and down his sad corse fell beneath The richly builded chariot, there labouring out his breath. The horse Antilochus took off; when, griev’d for this event, Deiphobus drew passing near, and at the victor sent A shining jav’lin; which he saw, and shunn’d, with gath’ring round His body in his all-round shield, at whose top, with a sound, It overflew; yet, seizing there, it did not idly fly from him that wing’d it, his strong hand still drave it mortally On Prince Hypsenor; it did pierce his liver, underneath The veins it passeth; his shrunk knees submitted him to death.