May be resisted. I believe, ev’n this great heart of hearts Will fear himself to be too bold, in charging thorow us.” They eas’ly heard him, and obey’d; when all the generous They call’d t’ encounter Hector’s charge, and turn’d the common men Back to the fleet. And these were they, that bravely furnish’d then The fierce forefight: Th’ Ajaces both, the worthy Cretan king, The Mars-like Meges, Merion, and Teucer. Up then bring The Trojan chiefs their men in heaps; before whom, amply-pac’d, March’d Hector, and in front of him Apollo, who had cast About his bright aspect a cloud, and did before him bear Jove’s huge and each-where-shaggy shield, which, to contain in fear Offending men, the God-smith gave to Jove; with this he led The Trojan forces. The Greeks stood. A fervent clamour spread The air on both sides as they join’d. Out flew the shafts and darts, Some falling short, but other some found butts in breasts and hearts. As long as Phœbus held but out his horrid shield, so long The darts flew raging either way, and death grew both ways strong; But when the Greeks had seen his face, and, who it was that shook The bristled targe, knew by his voice, then all their strengths forsook Their nerves and minds. And then look how a goodly herd of neat, Or wealthy flock of sheep, being close, and dreadless at their meet, In some black midnight, suddenly, and not a keeper near, A brace of horrid bears rush in, and then fly here and there The poor affrighted flocks or herds; so ev’ry way dispers’d The heartless Grecians, so the Sun their headstrong chace revers’d To headlong flight, and that day rais’d, with all grace, Hector’s head. Arcesilaus then he slew, and Stichius; Stichius led Bœotia’s brazen-coated men; the other was the friend Of mighty-soul’d Menestheüs. Æneas brought to end Medon and Jasus; Medon was the brother, though but base, Of swift Oïliades, and dwelt, far from his breeding place, In Phylace; the other led th’ Athenian bands, his sire Was Spelus, Bucolus’s son. Mecistheus did expire Beneath Polydamas’s hand. Polites, Echius slew, Just at the joining of the hosts. Agenor overthrew Clonius. Bold Deïochus felt Alexander’s lance; It strook his shoulder’s upper part, and did his head advance Quite through his breast, as from the fight he turn’d him for retreat. While these stood spoiling of the slain, the Greeks found time to get Beyond the dike and th’ undik’d pales; all scapes they gladly gain’d, Till all had pass’d the utmost wall; Necessity so reign’d. Then Hector cried out: “Take no spoil, but rush on to the fleet; From whose assault, for spoil or flight, if any man I meet, He meets his death; nor in the fire of holy funeral His brother’s or his sister’s hands shall cast within our wall His loathéd body; but, without, the throats of dogs shall grave His manless limbs.” This said, the scourge his forward horses drave Through ev’ry order; and, with him, all whipp’d their chariots on,