His arms he having pris’d before; when Ajax brought his breast To bar all further spoil. With that he had, sure Hector thought ‘Twas best to satisfy his spleen; which temper Ajax wrought With his mere sight, and Hector fled. The arms he sent to Troy, To make his citizens admire, and pray Jove send him joy. Then Ajax gather’d to the corse, and hid it with his targe, There setting down as sure a foot, as, in the tender charge Of his lov’d whelps, a lion doth; two hundred hunters near To give him onset, their more force makes him the more austere, Drowns all their clamours in his roars, darts, dogs, doth all despise, And lets his rough brows down so low, they cover all his eyes; So Ajax look’d, and stood, and stay’d for great Priamides. When Glaucus Hippolochides saw Ajax thus depress The spirit of Hector, thus he chid: “O goodly man at arms, In fight a Paris, why should fame make thee fort ’gainst our harms, Being such a fugitive? Now mark, how well thy boasts defend Thy city only with her own. Be sure it shall descend To that proof wholly. Not a man of any Lycian rank Shall strike one stroke more for thy town; for no man gets a thank Should he eternally fight here, nor any guard of thee. How wilt thou, worthless that thou art, keep off an enemy From our poor soldiers, when their prince, Sarpedon, guest and friend To thee, and most deservedly, thou flew’st from in his end, And left’st to all the lust of Greece? O Gods, a man that was (In life) so huge a good to Troy, and to thee such a grace, (In death) not kept by thee from dogs! If my friends will do well, We’ll take our shoulders from your walls, and let all sink to hell; As all will, were our faces turn’d. Did such a spirit breathe In all you Trojans, as becomes all men that fight beneath Their country’s standard, you would see, that such a prop your cause With like exposure of their lives, have all the honour’d laws Of such a dear confederacy kept to them to a thread, As now ye might reprise the arms Sarpedon forfeited By forfeit of your rights to him, would you but lend your hands, And force Patroclus to your Troy. Ye know how dear he stands In his love, that of all the Greeks is, for himself, far best, And leads the best near-fighting men; and therefore would at least Redeem Sarpedon’s arms; nay him, whom you have likewise lost. This body drawn to Ilion would after draw and cost A greater ransom if you pleas’d; but Ajax startles you; ’Tis his breast bars this right to us; his looks are darts enow To mix great Hector with his men. And not to blame ye are, You choose foes underneath your strengths, Ajax exceeds ye far.” Hector look’d passing sour at this, and answer’d: “Why dar’st thou, So under, talk above me so? O friend, I thought till now Thy wisdom was superior to all th’ inhabitants Of gleby Lycia; but now impute apparent wants To that discretion thy words show, to say I lost my ground For Ajax’ greatness. Nor fear I the field in combats drown’d,