Peneleus, and Leitus, all that Bœotia bred, Arcesilaus, Clonius, and Prothoenor led; Th’ inhabitants of Hyria, and stony Aulida, Schæne, Scole, the hilly Eteon, and holy Thespia, Of Græa, and great Mycalesse, that hath the ample plain, Of Harma, and Ilesius, and all that did remain In Eryth, and in Eleon, in Hylen, Peteona, In fair Ocalea, and, the town well-builded, Medeona, Copas, Eutresis, Thisbe, that for pigeons doth surpass, Of Coroneia, Haliart, that hath such store of grass, All those that in Platæa dwelt, that Glissa did possess, And Hypothebs, whose well-built walls are rare and fellowless, In rich Onchestus’ famous wood, to wat’ry Neptune vow’d, And Arne, where the vine-trees are with vig’rous bunches bow’d, With them that dwelt in Midea, and Nissa most divine, All those whom utmost Anthedon did wealthily confine. From all these coasts, in general, full fifty sail were sent; And six score strong Bœotian youths in ev’ry burthen went. But those who in Aspledon dwelt, and Minian Orchomen, God Mars’s sons did lead (Ascalaphus and Ialmen) Who in Azidon Actor’s house did of Astyoche come; The bashful maid, as she went up into the higher room, The War-god secretly compress’d. In safe conduct of these, Did thirty hollow-bottom’d barks divide the wavy seas. Brave Schedius and Epistrophus, the Phocian captains were, (Naubolida-Iphitus’ sons) all proof ’gainst any fear; With them the Cyparissians went, and bold Pythonians, Men of religious Chrysa’s soil, and fat Daulidians, Panopæans, Anemores, and fierce Hyampolists; And those that dwell where Cephisus casts up his silken mists; The men that fair Lilæa held, near the Cephisian spring; All which did forty sable barks to that designment bring. About th’ entoil’d Phocensian fleet had these their sail assign’d; And near to the sinister wing the arm’d Bœotians shin’d. Ajax the less, Oïleus’ son, the Locrians led to war; Not like to Ajax Telamon, but lesser man by far, Little he was, and ever wore a breastplate made of linne, But for the manage of his lance he gen’ral praise did win. The dwellers of Caliarus, of Bessa, Opoën, The youths of Cynus, Scarphis, and Augias, lovely men, Of Tarphis, and of Thronius, near flood Boagrius’ fall; Twice-twenty martial barks of these, less Ajax sail’d withal. Who near Eubœa’s blesséd soil their habitations had, Strength-breathing Abants, who their seats in sweet Eubœa made, The Histiæans rich in grapes, the men of Chalcida, The Cerinths bord’ring on the sea, of rich Eretria, Of Dion’s highly-seated town, Charistus, and of Styre, All these the duke Alphenor led, a flame of Mars’s fire, Surnam’d Chalcodontiades, the mighty Abants’ guide, Swift men of foot, whose broad-set backs their trailing hair did bide, Well-seen in fight, and soon could pierce with far extended darts The breastplates of their enemies, and reach their dearest hearts. Forty black men of war did sail in this Alphenor’s charge. The soldiers that in Athens dwelt, a city builded large,