And then did lov’d Deiphobus miraculously vaunt: “Now Asius lies not unreveng’d, nor doth his spirit want The joy I wish it, though it be now ent’ring the strong gate Of mighty Pluto, since this hand hath sent him down a mate.” This glory in him griev’d the Greeks, and chiefly the great mind Of martial Antilochus, who though to grief inclin’d, He left not yet his friend, but ran and hid him with his shield; And to him came two lovely friends, that freed him from the field, Mecisteus, son of Echius, and the right nobly born Alastor, bearing him to fleet, and did extremely mourn. Idomenëus sunk not yet, but held his nerves entire, His mind much less deficient, being fed with firm desire To hide more Trojans in dim night, or sink himself in guard Of his lov’d countrymen. And then Alcathous prepar’d Work for his valour, off’ring fate his own destructión. A great heroë, and had grace to be the lovéd son Of Æsyetes, son-in-law to prince Æneas’ sire, Hippodamia marrying; who most enflam’d the fire Of her dear parents’ love, and took precedence in her birth Of all their daughters, and as much exceeded in her worth (For beauty answer’d with her mind, and both with housewif’ry) All the fair beauty of young dames that us’d her company, And therefore, being the worthiest dame, the worthiest man did wed Of ample Troy. Him Neptune stoop’d beneath the royal force Of Idomen, his sparkling eyes deluding, and the course Of his illustrious lineaments so out of nature bound, That back nor forward he could stir, but, as he grew to ground, Stood like a pillar, or high tree, and neither mov’d, nor fear’d; When straight the royal Cretan’s dart in his mid breast appear’d, It brake the curets, that were proof to ev’ry other dart, Yet now they cleft and rung; the lance stuck shaking in his heart; His heart with panting made it shake; but Mars did now remit The greatness of it, and the king, now quitting the brag fit Of glory in Deiphobus, thus terribly exclaim’d: “Deiphobus, now may we think that we are ev’nly fam’d, That three for one have sent to Dis. But come, change blows with me, Thy vaunts for him thou slew’st were vain. Come, wretch, that thou may’st see What issue Jove hath. Jove begot Minos, the strength of Crete; Minos begot Deucalion; Deucalion did beget Me Idomen, now Creta’s king, that here my ships have brought To bring thyself, thy father, friends, all Ilion’s pomp, to nought.” Deiphobus at two ways stood, in doubt to call some one, With some retreat, to be his aid, or try the chance alone. At last, the first seem’d best to him, and back he went to call Anchises’ son to friend, who stood in troop the last of all, Where still he serv’d; which made him still incense against the king, That, being amongst his best their peer, he grac’d not anything His wrong’d deserts. Deiphobus spake to him, standing near: “Æneas, prince of Troians, if any touch appear Of glory in thee, thou must now assist thy sister’s lord,