Patroclus in the thigh Strook Areilycus; his dart the bone did break, and fly Quite through, and sunk him to the earth. Good Menelaus slew Accomplish’d Thoas, in whose breast, being nak’d, his lance he threw Above his shield, and freed his soul. Phylides, taking note That bold Amphiclus bent at him, prevented him, and smote His thigh’s extreme part, where of man his fattest muscle lies, The nerves torn with his lance’s pile, and darkness clos’d his eyes. Antilochus Atymnius seiz’d, his steel lance did impress His first three guts, and loos’d his life. At young Nestorides, Maris, Atymnius’ brother, flew; and at him Thrasymed The brother to Antilochus; his eager jav’lin’s head The muscles of his arm cut out, and shiver’d all the bone; Night clos’d his eyes, his lifeless corse his brother fell upon. And so by two kind brothers’ hands, did two kind brothers bleed; Both being divine Sarpedon’s friends, and were the darting seed Of Amisodarus, that kept the bane of many men Abhorr’d Chimæra; and such bane now caught his childeren. Ajax Oïliades did take Cleobulus alive, Invading him stay’d by the press; and at him then let drive With his short sword that cut his neck; whose blood warm’d all the steel, And cold Death with a violent fate his sable eyes did seel. Peneleüs, and Lycon cast together off their darts; Both miss’d, and both together then went with their swords; in parts The blade and hilt went, laying on upon the helmet’s height. Peneleus’ sword caught Lycon’s neck, and cut it thorough quite. His head hung by the very skin. The swift Meriones, Pursuing flying Acamas, just as he got access To horse and chariot overtook, and took him such a blow On his right shoulder, that he left his chariot, and did strow The dusty earth; life left his limbs, and night his eyes possess’d. Idomenæus his stern dart at Erymas address’d, As, like to Acamas, he fled; it cut the sundry bones Beneath his brain, betwixt his neck, and foreparts; and so runs, Shaking his teeth out, through his mouth, his eyes all drown’d in blood, So through his nostrils and his mouth, that now dart-open stood, He breath’d his spirit. Thus had death from ev’ry Grecian chief A chief of Troy. For, as to kids, or lambs, their cruell’st thief, The wolf, steals in, and, when he sees that by the shepherd’s sloth The dams are spers’d about the hills, then serves his rav’nous tooth With ease, because his prey is weak; so serv’d the Greeks their foes, Discerning well how shrieking flight did all their spirits dispose, Their biding virtues quite forgot. And now the natural spleen That Ajax bore to Hector still, by all means, would have been Within his bosom with a dart; but he that knew the war, Well-cover’d in a well-lin’d shield, did well perceive how far The arrows and the jav’lins reach’d, by being within their sounds And ominous singings; and observ’d the there-in-clining bounds Of Conquest in her aid of him, and so obey’d her change,