By Thersilochus his mighty brothers stood, Children of Antenor; here Demetr[^ia]n Polyphates, And Idæus, in old chariot-pose dreamily stalking. Right and left the spirits flocking on stood crowding around him; Nor their eyes have enough; they touch, find joy unwonted Marching in equal stép, and eager of his coming enquire. But th' Argive leaders, and they that obey'd Agamemnon When they saw that Trojan in arms come striding among them, 490 Old terror invaded their ranks: some fled stricken, as once They to the ships had fled for shelter; others the alarm raise, But their thin utterance mock'd vainly the lips wide parted. Here too Deiphobus he espied, his fair body mangled, Cruelly dismember'd, disfeatur'd cruelly his face, Face and hands; and lo! shorn closely from either temple, Gone wer' his ears, and maim'd each nostril in impious outrage. Barely he-knew him again cow'ring shamefastly' an' hiding His dire plight, & thus he 'his old companyon accosted. 'Noblest Deiphobus, great Teucer's intrepid offspring, 500 Who was it, inhuman, coveted so cruel a vengeance? Who can hav' adventur'd on thée? That last terrible night Thou wert said to hav' exceeded thy bravery, an' only On thy faln enemies wert faln by weariness o'ercome. Wherefor' upon the belov'd sea-shore thine empty sepulchral Mound I erected, aloud on thy ghost tearfully calling. Name and shield keep for-thee the place; but thy body, dear friend, Found I not, to commit to the land ere sadly' I left it.' Then the son of Priam ['] 'I thought not, friend, to reproach thee: Thou didst all to the full, ev'n my shade's service, accomplish. 510 'Twas that uninterdicted adultress from Lacedæmon Drave-me to doom, & planted in hell, her trophy triumphant. On that night,--how vain a security and merrymaking Then sullied us thou know'st, yea must too keenly remember,-- When the ill-omened horse o'erleapt Troy's lofty defences, Dragg'd in amidst our town pregnant with a burden of arm'd men. She then, her Phrygian women in feign'd phrenzy collecting, All with torches aflame, in wild Bacchic orgy paraded, Flaring a signal aloft to her ambusht confederate Greeks. I from a world of care had fled with weariful eyelids 520 Unto my unhappy chamber', an' lay fast lockt in oblivyon, Sunk to the depth of rest as a child that nought will awaken. Meanwhile that paragon helpmate had robb'd me of all arms, E'en from aneath the pillow my blade of trust purloining;-- Then to the gate; wide flíngs she it op'n an' calls Menelaus. Would not a so great service attach her faithful adorer? Might not it extinguish the repute of her earlier illdeeds? Brief-be the tale. Menelaus arrives: in company there came His crime-counsellor Æolides. So, and more also