"Such supplication the illustrious son Of Priam made, but answer harsh received. 'Fool! speak'st of ransom? Name it not to me. For till my friend his miserable fate Accomplish'd, I was somewhat giv'n to spare, And num'rous; whom I seized alive, I sold; But now, of all the Trojans whom the Gods Deliver to me, none shall death escape, 'Specially of the house of Priam, none. Die, therefore, even thou, my friend! What mean Thy tears, unreasonably shed, and vain? Died not Patroclus, braver far than thou? And look on me--see'st not to what an height My stature tow'rs, and what a bulk I boast? A king begat me, and a Goddess bore. What then! A death by violence awaits Me also, and at morn, or eve, or noon I perish, whensoe'er the destin'd spear Shall reach me, or the arrow from the nerve.' "He ceased, and where the suppliant kneel, he died. Quitting the spear, with both hands spread abroad He sat; but swift Achilles with his sword 'Twixt neck and key-bone smote him, and his blade Of double edge sank all into the wound. He prone extended on the champion lay, Bedewing with his sable blood the glebe, 'Till, by the foot, Achilles cast him far Into the stream, and as he floated down, Thus in wing'd accents, glorying exclaim'd. 'Lie there, and feed the fishes, which shall lick Thy blood secure. Thy mother ne'er shall place Thee on thy bier, nor on thy body weep, But swift Scamander on his giddy tide Shall bear thee to the bosom of the sea. There, many a fish shall through the crystal flood Ascending to the rippled surface, find Lycaon's pamper'd flesh delicious fare. Die Trojans! till we reach your city, you Fleeing, and slaughtering, I. This pleasant stream Of dimpling silver, which ye worship oft With victim bulls, and sate with living steeds His rapid whirlpools, shall avail you nought, But ye shall die, die terribly till all Shall have requited me with just amends For my Patroclus, and for other Greeks Slain at the ships, while I declined the war.' "He ended, at whose words still more incensed Scamander means devised, thenceforth, to check Achilles, and avert the doom of Troy. Meantime the son of Peleus, his huge spear Grasping, assail'd Asteropæus, son Of Pelegon, on fire to take his life. Fair Peribœa, daughter eldest-born Of Acessamenus, his father bore To broad-stream'd Axius, who had clasp'd the nymph In his embrace. On him Achilles sprang. He, newly risen from the river, stood Arm'd with two lances opposite, for him Xanthus embolden'd, at the deaths incensed