With such a courage Pallas fill’d the black parts near his heart, And then he hasted to the slain, cast off a shining dart, And took one Podes, that was heir to old Eetion, A rich man and a strenuous, and by the people done Much honour, and by Hector too, being consort and his guest; And him the yellow-headed king laid hold on at his waist In off’ring flight, his iron pile strook through him, down he fell, And up Atrides drew his corse. Then Phœbus did impell The spirit of Hector, Phænops like, surnam’d Asiades, Whom Hector us’d, of all his guests, with greatest friendliness, And in Abydus stood his house; in whose form thus he spake: “Hector! What man of all the Greeks will any terror make Of meeting thy strength any more, when thou art terrified By Menelaus, who, before he slew thy friend, was tried A passing easy soldier, where now (besides his end Impos’d by him) he draws him off, and not a man to friend. From all the Trojans? This friend is Podes, Eetion’s son.” This hid him in a cloud of grief, and set him foremost on. And then Jove took his snake-fring’d shield, and Ida cover’d all With sulphury clouds, from whence he let abhorréd lightnings fall, And thunder’d till the mountains shook; and with this dreadful state He usher’d victory to Troy, to Argos flight and fate. Peneleüs Bœotius was he that foremost fled, Being wounded in his shoulder’s height; but there the lance’s head Strook lightly, glancing to his mouth, because it strook him near, Thrown from Polydamas. Leitus next left the fight in fear (Being hurt by Hector in his hand) because he doubted sore His hand in wishéd fight with Troy would hold his lance no more. Idomenëus sent a dart at Hector (rushing in, And following Leitus) that strook his bosom near his chin, And brake at top. The Ilians for his escape did shout. When Hector at Deucalides another lance sent out, As in his chariot he stood; it miss’d him narrowly, For, as it fell, Cœranus drave his speedy chariot by, And took the Trojan lance himself; he was the charioteer Of stern Meriones, and first on foot did service there, Which well he left to govern horse, for saving now his king, With driving ’twixt him and his death, though thence his own did spring, Which kept a mighty victory from Troy, in keeping death From his great sov’reign. The fierce dart did enter him beneath His ear, betwixt his jaw and it, drave down, cut through his tongue, And strook his teeth out; from his hands the horses’ reins he flung, Which now Meriones receiv’d as they bestrew’d the field, And bade his sov’reign scourge away, he saw that day would yield No hope of victory for them. He fear’d the same, and fled. Nor from the mighty-minded son of Telamon lay hid, For all his clouds, high Jove himself, nor from the Spartan king. They saw Him in the victory, He still was varying For Troy. For which sight Ajax said: “O heav’ns, what fool is he That sees not Jove’s hand in the grace now done our enemy?