Jove! glorious father! who from Ida’s height
Controlest all below, let Ajax prove
Victorious; make the honor all his own!
Or, if not less than Ajax, Hector share
Thy love and thy regard, divide the prize240
Of glory, and let each achieve renown!
Then Ajax put his radiant armor on,
And, arm’d complete, rush’d forward. As huge Mars
To battle moves the sons of men between
Whom Jove with heart-devouring thirst inspires245
Of war, so moved huge Ajax to the fight,
Tower of the Greeks, dilating with a smile
His martial features terrible; on feet,
Firm-planted, to the combat he advanced
Stride after stride, and shook his quivering spear.250
Him viewing, Argos’ universal host
Exulted, while a panic loosed the knees
Of every Trojan; even Hector’s heart
Beat double, but escape for him remain’d
None now, or to retreat into his ranks255
Again, from whom himself had challenged forth.
Ajax advancing like a tower his shield
Sevenfold, approach’d. It was the labor’d work
Of Tychius, armorer of matchless skill,
Who dwelt in Hyla; coated with the hides260
Of seven high-pamper’d bulls that shield he framed
For Ajax, and the disk plated with brass.
Advancing it before his breast, the son
Of Telamon approach’d the Trojan Chief,
And face to face, him threatening, thus began.265
Now, Hector, prove, by me alone opposed,
What Chiefs the Danaï can furnish forth
In absence of the lion-hearted prince
Achilles, breaker of the ranks of war.
He, in his billow-cleaving barks incensed270
Against our leader Agamemnon, lies;
But warriors of my measure, who may serve
To cope with thee, we want not; numerous such
Are found amongst us. But begin the fight.
To whom majestic Hector fierce in arms.275
Ajax! heroic leader of the Greeks!
Offspring of Telamon! essay not me
With words to terrify, as I were boy.
Or girl unskill’d in war;[9] I am a man
Well exercised in battle, who have shed280
The blood of many a warrior, and have learn’d,
From hand to hand shifting my shield, to fight
Unwearied; I can make a sport of war,
In standing fight adjusting all my steps
To martial measures sweet, or vaulting light285
Into my chariot, thence can urge the foe.
Yet in contention with a Chief like thee
I will employ no stratagem, or seek
To smite thee privily, but with a stroke
(If I may reach thee) visible to all.290
So saying, he shook, then hurl’d his massy spear
At Ajax, and his broad shield sevenfold
On its eighth surface of resplendent brass
Smote full; six hides the unblunted weapon pierced,
But in the seventh stood rooted. Ajax, next,295
Heroic Chief, hurl’d his long shadow’d spear
And struck the oval shield of Priam’s son.
Through his bright disk the weapon tempest-driven
Glided, and in his hauberk-rings infixt
At his soft flank, ripp’d wide his vest within.300
Inclined oblique he ’scaped the dreadful doom
Then each from other’s shield his massy spear
Recovering quick, like lions hunger-pinch’d
Or wild boars irresistible in force,
They fell to close encounter. Priam’s son305
The shield of Ajax at its centre smote,
But fail’d to pierce it, for he bent his point.
Sprang Ajax then, and meeting full the targe
Of Hector, shock’d him; through it and beyond
He urged the weapon with its sliding edge310
Athwart his neck, and blood was seen to start.
But still, for no such cause, from battle ceased
Crest-tossing Hector, but retiring, seized
A huge stone angled sharp and black with age
That on the champain lay. The bull-hide guard315
Sevenfold of Ajax with that stone he smote
Full on its centre; sang the circling brass.
Then Ajax far a heavier stone upheaved;
He whirled it, and with might immeasurable
Dismiss’d the mass, which with a mill-stone weight320
Sank through the shield of Hector, and his knees
Disabled; with his shield supine he fell,
But by Apollo raised, stood soon again.
And now, with swords they had each other hewn,
Had not the messengers of Gods and men325
The heralds wise, Idæus on the part
Of Ilium, and Talthybius for the Greeks,
Advancing interposed. His sceptre each
Between them held, and thus Idæus spake.[10]
My children, cease! prolong not still the fight.330
Ye both are dear to cloud-assembler Jove,
Both valiant, and all know it. But the Night
Hath fallen, and Night’s command must be obeyed.
To him the son of Telamon replied.
Idæus! bid thy master speak as thou.335
He is the challenger. If such his choice,
Mine differs not; I wait but to comply.
Him answer’d then heroic Hector huge.
Since, Ajax, the immortal powers on thee
Have bulk pre-eminent and strength bestow’d,340
With such address in battle, that the host
Of Greece hath not thine equal at the spear,
Now let the combat cease. We shall not want
More fair occasion; on some future day
We will not part till all-disposing heaven345
Shall give thee victory, or shall make her mine.
But Night hath fallen, and Night must be obey’d,
That them may’st gratify with thy return
The Achaians, and especially thy friends
And thy own countrymen. I go, no less350
To exhilarate in Priam’s royal town
Men and robed matrons, who shall seek the Gods
For me, with pious ceremonial due.
But come. We will exchange, or ere we part,
Some princely gift, that Greece and Troy may say355
Hereafter, with soul-wasting rage they fought,
But parted with the gentleness of friends.
So saying, he with his sheath and belt a sword
Presented bright-emboss’d, and a bright belt
Purpureal[11] took from Ajax in return.360
Thus separated, one the Grecians sought,
And one the Trojans; they when him they saw
From the unconquer’d hands return’d alive
Of Ajax, with delight their Chief received,
And to the city led him, double joy365
Conceiving all at his unhoped escape.
On the other side, the Grecians brazen-mail’d
To noble Agamemnon introduced
Exulting Ajax, and the King of men
In honor of the conqueror slew an ox370
Of the fifth year to Jove omnipotent.
Him flaying first, they carved him next and spread
The whole abroad, then, scoring deep the flesh,
They pierced it with the spits, and from the spits
(Once roasted well) withdrew it all again.375
Their labor thus accomplish’d, and the board
Furnish’d with plenteous cheer, they feasted all
Till all were satisfied; nor Ajax miss’d
The conqueror’s meed, to whom the hero-king
Wide-ruling Agamemnon, gave the chine[12]380
Perpetual,[13] his distinguish’d portion due.
The calls of hunger and of thirst at length
Both well sufficed, thus, foremost of them all
The ancient Nestor, whose advice had oft
Proved salutary, prudent thus began.385
Chiefs of Achaia, and thou, chief of all,
Great Agamemnon! Many of our host
Lie slain, whose blood sprinkles, in battle shed,
The banks of smooth Scamander, and their souls
Have journey’d down into the realms of death.390
To-morrow, therefore, let the battle pause
As need requires, and at the peep of day
With mules and oxen, wheel ye from all parts
The dead, that we may burn them near the fleet.
So, home to Greece returning, will we give395
The fathers’ ashes to the children’s care.
Accumulating next, the pile around,
One common tomb for all, with brisk dispatch
We will upbuild for more secure defence
Of us and of our fleet, strong towers and tall400
Adjoining to the tomb, and every tower
Shall have its ponderous gate, commodious pass
Affording to the mounted charioteer.
And last, without those towers and at their foot,
Dig we a trench, which compassing around405
Our camp, both steeds and warriors shall exclude,
And all fierce inroad of the haughty foe.