Then did Revenge extend Her full pow’r on the multitude; then did he never miss; Alastor, Halius, Chromius, Noemon, Prytanis, Alcander, and a number more, he slew, and more had slain, If Hector had not understood; whose pow’r made in amain, And strook fear through the Grecian troops, but to Sarpedon gave Hope of full rescue, who thus cried: “O Hector! Help and save My body from the spoil of Greece, that to your lovéd town My friends may see me borne, and then let earth possess her own In this soil, for whose sake I left my country’s; for no day Shall ever show me that again, nor to my wife display, And young hope of my name, the joy of my much thirsted sight; All which I left for Troy, for them let Troy then do this right.” To all this Hector gives no word, but greedily he strives With all speed to repel the Greeks, and shed in floods their lives, And left Sarpedon; but what face soever he put on Of following the common cause, he left this prince alone For his particular grudge, because, so late, he was so plain In his reproof before the host, and that did he retain; However, for example sake, he would not show it then, And for his shame too, since ’twas just. But good Sarpedon’s men Ventur’d themselves, and forc’d him off, and set him underneath The goodly beech of Jupiter, where now they did unsheath The ashen lance; strong Pelagon, his friend, most lov’d, most true, Enforc’d it from his maiméd thigh; with which his spirit flew, And darkness over-flew his eyes; yet with a gentle gale, That round about the dying prince cool Boreas did exhale, He was reviv’d, recomforted, that else had griev’d and died. All this time flight drave to the fleet the Argives, who applied No weapon ’gainst the proud pursuit, nor ever turn’d a head, They knew so well that Mars pursu’d, and dreadful Hector led. Then who was first, who last, whose lives the iron Mars did seize, And Priam’s Hector? Helenus, surnam’d Œnopides; Good Teuthras; and Orestes, skill’d in managing of horse; Bold Œnomaus; and a man renown’d for martial force, Trechus, the great Ætolian chief; Oresbius, that did wear The gaudy mitre, studied wealth extremely, and dwelt near Th’ Atlantic lake Cephisides, in Hyla, by whose seat The good men of Bœotia dwelt. This slaughter grew so great, It flew to heav’n; Saturnia discern’d it, and cried out To Pallas: “O unworthy sight! To see a field so fought, And break our words to Sparta’s king, that Ilion should be rac’d, And he return reveng’d; when thus we see his Greeks disgrac’d, And bear the harmful rage of Mars! Come, let us use our care, That we dishonour not our pow’rs.” Minerva was as yare As she at the despite of Troy. Her golden-bridled steeds Then Saturn’s daughter brought abroad; and Hebe, she proceeds T’ address her chariot; instantly she gives it either wheel, Beam’d with eight spokes of sounding brass; the axle-tree was steel; The fell’ffs incorruptible gold, their upper bands of brass, Their matter most unvalued, their work of wondrous grace;