He said, and Menœtiades the wrath
Of shaft-arm’d Phœbus shunning, far retired.865
But in the Scæan gate Hector his steeds
Detain’d, uncertain whether thence to drive
Amid the warring multitude again,
Or, loud commandment issuing, to collect
His host within the walls. Him musing long870
Apollo, clad in semblance of a Chief
Youthful and valiant, join’d. Asius he seem’d
Equestrian Hector’s uncle, brother born
Of Hecuba the queen, and Dymas’ son,
Who on the Sangar’s banks in Phrygia dwelt.875
Apollo, so disguised, him thus bespake.
Why, Hector, hast thou left the fight? this sloth
Not well befits thee. Oh that I as far
Thee pass’d in force as thou transcendest me,
Then, not unpunish’d long, should’st thou retire;880
But haste, and with thy coursers solid-hoof’d
Seek out Patroclus, him perchance to slay,
Should Phœbus have decreed that glory thine.
So saying, Apollo join’d the host again.
Then noble Hector bade his charioteer885
Valiant Cebriones his coursers lash
Back into battle, while the God himself
Entering the multitude confounded sore
The Argives, victory conferring proud
And glory on Hector and the host of Troy.890
But Hector, leaving all beside unslain,
Furious impell’d his coursers solid-hoof’d
Against Patroclus; on the other side
Patroclus from his chariot to the ground
Leap’d ardent; in his left a spear he bore,895
And in his right a marble fragment rough,
Large as his grasp. With full collected might
He hurl’d it; neither was the weapon slow
To whom he had mark’d, or sent in vain.
He smote the charioteer of Hector, bold900
Cebriones, King Priam’s spurious son,
Full on the forehead, while he sway’d the reins.
The bone that force withstood not, but the rock
With ragged points beset dash’d both his brows
In pieces, and his eyes fell at his feet.905
He diver-like, from his exalted stand
Behind the steeds pitch’d headlong, and expired;
O’er whom, Patroclus of equestrian fame!
Thou didst exult with taunting speech severe.
Ye Gods, with what agility he dives!910
Ah! it were well if in the fishy deep
This man were occupied; he might no few
With oysters satisfy, although the waves
Were churlish, plunging headlong from his bark
As easily as from his chariot here.915
So then—in Troy, it seems, are divers too!
So saying, on bold Cebriones he sprang
With all a lion’s force, who, while the folds
He ravages, is wounded in the breast,
And, victim of his own fierce courage, dies.920
So didst thou spring, Patroclus! to despoil
Cebriones, and Hector opposite
Leap’d also to the ground. Then contest such
For dead Cebriones those two between
Arose, as in the lofty mountain-tops925
Two lions wage, contending for a deer
New-slain, both hunger-pinch’d and haughty both.
So for Cebriones, alike in arms
Expert, brave Hector and Patroclus strove
To pierce each other with the ruthless spear.930
First, Hector seized his head, nor loosed his hold,
Patroclus, next, his feet, while all beside
Of either host in furious battle join’d.
As when the East wind and the South contend
To shake some deep wood on the mountain’s side,935
Or beech, or ash, or rugged cornel old.
With stormy violence the mingled boughs
Smite and snap short each other, crashing loud;
So, Trojans and Achaians, mingling, slew
Mutual, while neither felt a wish to fly.940
Around Cebriones stood many a spear,
And many a shaft sent smartly from the nerve
Implanted deep, and many a stone of grasp
Enormous sounded on their batter’d shields
Who fought to gain him. He, in eddies lost945
Of sable dust, with his huge trunk huge space
O’erspread, nor steeds nor chariots heeded more.
While yet the sun ascending climb’d the heavens,
Their darts flew equal, and the people fell;
But when he westward journey’d, by a change950
Surpassing hope the Grecians then prevail’d.
They drew Cebriones the hero forth
From all those weapons, and his armor stripp’d
At leisure, distant from the battle’s roar.
Then sprang Patroclus on the Trojan host;955
Thrice, like another Mars, he sprang with shouts
Tremendous, and nine warriors thrice he slew.
But when the fourth time, demon-like, he rush’d
Against them, then, oh then, too manifest
The consummation of thy days approach’d960
Patroclus! whom Apollo, terror-clad
Met then in battle. He the coming God
Through all that multitude knew not, such gloom
Impenetrable him involved around.
Behind him close he stood, and with his palms965
Expanded on the spine and shoulders broad
Smote him; his eyes swam dizzy at the stroke.
Then Phœbus from his head his helmet dash’d
To earth; sonorous at the feet it roll’d
Of many a prancing steed, and all the crest970
Defilement gather’d gross of dust and blood,
Then first; till then, impossible; for how
Should dust the tresses of that helmet shame
With which Achilles fighting fenced his head
Illustrious, and his graceful brows divine?975
But Jove now made it Hector’s; he awhile
Bore it, himself to swift perdition doom’d
His spear brass-mounted, ponderous, huge and long,
Fell shiver’d from his grasp. His shield that swept
His ancle, with its belt dropp’d from his arm,980
And Phœbus loosed the corselet from his breast.
Confusion seized his brain; his noble limbs
Quaked under him, and panic-stunn’d he stood.
Then came a Dardan Chief, who from behind
Enforced a pointed lance into his back985
Between the shoulders; Panthus’ son was he,
Euphorbus, famous for equestrian skill,
For spearmanship, and in the rapid race
Past all of equal age. He twenty men
(Although a learner yet of martial feats,990
And by his steeds then first to battle borne)
Dismounted. He, Patroclus, mighty Chief!
First threw a lance at thee, which yet life
Quell’d not; then snatching hasty from the wound
His ashen beam, he ran into the crowd,995
Nor dared confront in fight even the unarm’d
Patroclus. But Patroclus, by the lance,
And by the stroke of an immortal hand
Subdued, fell back toward his ranks again.
Then, soon as Hector the retreat perceived1000
Of brave Patroclus wounded, issuing forth
From his own phalanx, he approach’d and drove
A spear right through his body at the waist.
Sounding he fell. Loud groan’d Achaia’s host.
As when the lion and the sturdy boar1005
Contend in battle on the mountain-tops
For some scant rivulet, thirst-parch’d alike,
Ere long the lion quells the panting boar;
So Priameian Hector, spear in hand,
Slew Menœtiades the valiant slayer1010
Of multitudes, and thus in accents wing’d,
With fierce delight exulted in his fall.
It was thy thought, Patroclus, to have laid
Our city waste, and to have wafted hence
Our wives and daughters to thy native land,1015
Their day of liberty for ever set.
Fool! for their sakes the feet of Hector’s steeds
Fly into battle, and myself excel,
For their sakes, all our bravest of the spear,
That I may turn from them that evil hour1020
Necessitous. But thou art vulture’s food,
Unhappy youth! all valiant as he is,
Achilles hath no succor given to thee,
Who when he sent the forth whither himself
Would not, thus doubtless gave thee oft in charge:1025
Ah, well beware, Patroclus, glorious Chief!
That thou revisit not these ships again,
Till first on hero-slaughterer Hector’s breast
Thou cleave his bloody corselet. So he spake,
And with vain words thee credulous beguiled.1030
To whom Patroclus, mighty Chief, with breath
Drawn faintly, and dying, thou didst thus reply.
Now, Hector, boast! now glory! for the son
Of Saturn and Apollo, me with ease
Vanquishing, whom they had themselves disarm’d,1035
Have made the victory thine; else, twenty such
As thou, had fallen by my victorious spear.
Me Phœbus and my ruthless fate combined
To slay; these foremost; but of mortal men
Euphorbus, and thy praise is only third.1040
I tell thee also, and within thy heart
Repose it deep—thou shalt not long survive;
But, even now, fate, and a violent death
Attend thee by Achilles’ hands ordain’d
To perish, by Æacides the brave.[21]1045
So saying, the shades of death him wrapp’d around.
Down into Ades from his limbs dismiss’d,
His spirit fled sorrowful, of youth’s prime
And vigorous manhood suddenly bereft
Then, him though dead, Hector again bespake.1050