Deiphobus had forc’d from him, but instantly leap’d in Mars-swift Meriones, and strook, with his long javelin, The right arm of Deiphobus, which made his hand let fall The sharp-topp’d helmet; the press’d earth resounding there withal. When, vulture-like, Meriones rush’d in again and drew, From out the low part of his arm his jav’lin, and then flew Back to his friends. Deiphobus, faint with the blood’s excess Fall’n from his wound, was carefully convey’d out of the press By his kind brother by both sides, Polites, till they gat His horse and chariot that were still set fit for his retreat, And bore him now to Ilion. The rest fought fiercely on, And set a mighty fight on foot. When next, Anchises’ son Aphareus Caletorides, that ran upon him, strook Just in the throat with his keen lance; and straight his head forsook His upright carriage; and his shield, his helm, and all, with him Fell to the earth; where ruinous death made prise of ev’ry limb. Antilochus, discov’ring well that Thoon’s heart took check, Let fly, and cut the hollow vein, that runs up to his neck, Along his back part, quite in twain; down in the dust he fell, Upwards, and, with extended hands, bade all the world farewell. Antilochus rush’d nimbly in, and, looking round, made prise Of his fair arms; in which affair his round-set enemies Let fly their lances, thundering on his advanced targe, But could not get his flesh. The God that shakes the earth took charge Of Nestor’s son and kept him safe; who never was away, But still amongst the thickest foes his busy lance did play, Observing ever when he might, far off, or near, offend; And watching Asius’ son, in prease he spied him, and did send, Close coming on, a dart at him, that smote in midst his shield, In which the sharp head of the lance the blue-hair’d God made yield, Not pleas’d to yield his pupil’s life; in whose shield half the dart Stuck like a truncheon burn’d with fire; on earth lay th’ other part. He, seeing no better end of all, retir’d in fear of worse But him Meriones pursu’d; and his lance found full course To th’ other’s life. It wounded him betwixt the privy parts And navel, where, to wretched men that war’s most violent smarts Must undergo, wounds chiefly vex. His dart Meriones Pursu’d, and Adamas so striv’d with it, and his misease, As doth a bullock puff and storm, whom in disdainéd bands The upland herdsmen strive to cast; so, fall’n beneath the hands Of his stern foe, Asiades did struggle, pant, and rave. But no long time; for when the lance was pluck’d out, up he gave His tortur’d soul. Then Troy’s turn came; when with a Thracian sword The temples of Deipyrus did Helenus afford So huge a blow, it strook all light out of his cloudy eyes, And cleft his helmet; which a Greek, there fighting, made his prise, It fell so full beneath his feet. Atrides griev’d to see That sight, and, threat’ning, shook a lance at Helenus, and he A bow half drew at him; at once out flew both shaft and lance.