Of whom, some were not to be found unhurt, or undeceas’d, Some only hurt, and gone from field. As further he address’d, He found within the fight’s left wing the fair-hair’d Helen’s love By all means moving men to blows; which could by no means move Hector’s forbearance, his friends’ miss so put his pow’rs in storm, But thus in wonted terms he chid: “You with the finest form, Impostor, woman’s man! where are, in your care mark’d, all these, Deiphobus, King Helenus, Asius Hyrtacides, Othryonëus Acamas? Now haughty Ilion Shakes to his lowest groundwork. Now just ruin falls upon Thy head past rescue.” He replied: “Hector, why chid’st thou now, When I am guiltless? Other times, there are for ease, I know, Than these, for she that brought thee forth, not utterly left me Without some portion of thy spirit, to make me brother thee. But since thou first brought’st in thy force, to this our naval fight, I and my friends have ceaseless fought, to do thy service right. But all those friends thou seek’st are slain; excepting Helenus, Who parted wounded in his hand, and so Deiphobus; Jove yet averted death from them. And now lead thou as far As thy great heart affects, all we will second any war That thou endurest; and I hope, my own strength is not lost; Though least, I’ll fight it to his best; nor further fights the most.” This calm’d hot Hector’s spleen; and both turn’d where they saw the face Of war most fierce, and that was where their friends made good the place About renown’d Polydamas, and god-like Polypæt, Palmus, Ascanius, Morus that Hippotion did beget, And from Ascania’s wealthy fields but ev’n the day before Arriv’d at Troy, that with their aid they kindly might restore Some kindness they receiv’d from thence. And in fierce fight with these, Phalces and tall Orthæus stood, and bold Cebriones. And then the doubt that in advice Polydamas disclos’d, To fight or fly, Jove took away, and all to fight dispos’d. And as the floods of troubled air to pitchy storms increase That after thunder sweeps the fields, and ravish up the seas, Encount’ring with abhorréd roars, when the engrosséd waves Boil into foam, and endlessly one after other raves; So rank’d and guarded th’ Ilians march’d; some now, more now, and then More upon more, in shining steel; now captains, then their men. And Hector, like man-killing Mars, advanc’d before them all, His huge round target before him, through thicken’d, like a wall. With hides well-couch’d with store of brass; and on his temples shin’d His bright helm, on which danc’d his plume; and in this horrid kind, (All hid within his world-like shield) he ev’ry troop assay’d For entry, that in his despite stood firm and undismay’d. Which when he saw, and kept more off, Ajax came stalking then, And thus provok’d him: “O good man, why fright’st thou thus our men? Come nearer. Not art’s want in war makes us thus navy-bound, But Jove’s direct scourge; his arm’d hand makes our hands give you ground.