A shining day from out a pitchy night.
Messenger.
Artembares, captain of ten thousand horse,
Upon the rough Silenian shores[f22] lies dead,
And Dadaces, the chiliarch, spear-struck fell
Precipitate from his ship—an easy leap;
And noble Tenagon, a pure Bactrian born,
Around the sea-lashed isle of Ajax floats.
Lilaeus, Arsames, Argestes, these
The waves have made their battering ram, to beat