Illustrious chief, Ulysses! strong to toil
And rich in artifice! Or boast to-day
Two sons of Hippasus, brave warriors both,525
Of armor and of life bereft by thee,
Or to my vengeful spear resign thy own!
So saying, Ulysses’ oval disk he smote.
Through his bright disk the stormy weapon flew,
Transpierced his twisted mail, and from his side530
Drove all the skin, but to his nobler parts
Found entrance none, by Pallas turn’d aslant.[15]
Ulysses, conscious of his life untouch’d,
Retired a step from Socus, and replied.
Ah hapless youth; thy fate is on the wing;535
Me thou hast forced indeed to cease a while
From battle with the Trojans, but I speak
Thy death at hand; for vanquish’d by my spear,
This self-same day thou shalt to me resign
Thy fame, thy soul to Pluto steed-renown’d.540
He ceased; then Socus turn’d his back to fly,
But, as he turn’d, his shoulder-blades between
He pierced him, and the spear urged through his breast.
On his resounding arms he fell, and thus
Godlike Ulysses gloried in his fall.545
Ah, Socus, son of Hippasus, a chief
Of fame equestrian! swifter far than thou
Death follow’d thee, and thou hast not escaped.
Ill-fated youth! thy parents’ hands thine eyes
Shall never close, but birds of ravenous maw550
Shall tear thee, flapping thee with frequent wing,
While me the noble Grecians shall entomb!
So saying, the valiant Socus’ spear he drew
From his own flesh, and through his bossy shield.
The weapon drawn, forth sprang the blood, and left555
His spirit faint. Then Ilium’s dauntless sons,
Seeing Ulysses’ blood, exhorted glad
Each other, and, with force united, all
Press’d on him. He, retiring, summon’d loud
His followers. Thrice, loud as mortal may,560
He call’d, and valiant Menelaus thrice
Hearing the voice, to Ajax thus remark’d.
Illustrious son of Telamon! The voice
Of Laertiades comes o’er my ear
With such a sound, as if the hardy chief,565
Abandon’d of his friends, were overpower’d
By numbers intercepting his retreat.
Haste! force we quick a passage through the ranks.
His worth demands our succor, for I fear
Lest sole conflicting with the host of Troy,570
Brave as he is, he perish, to the loss
Unspeakable and long regret of Greece.
So saying, he went, and Ajax, godlike Chief,
Follow’d him. At the voice arrived, they found
Ulysses Jove-beloved compass’d about575
By Trojans, as the lynxes in the hills,
Adust for blood, compass an antler’d stag
Pierced by an archer; while his blood is warm
And his limbs pliable, from him he ’scapes;
But when the feather’d barb hath quell’d his force,580
In some dark hollow of the mountain’s side,
The hungry troop devour him; chance, the while,
Conducts a lion thither, before whom
All vanish, and the lion feeds alone;
So swarm’d the Trojan powers, numerous and bold,585
Around Ulysses, who with wary skill
Heroic combated his evil day.
But Ajax came, cover’d with his broad shield
That seem’d a tower, and at Ulysses’ side
Stood fast; then fled the Trojans wide-dispersed,590
And Menelaus led him by the hand
Till his own chariot to his aid approach’d.
But Ajax, springing on the Trojans, slew
Doryclus, from the loins of Priam sprung,
But spurious. Pandocus he wounded next,595
Then wounded Pyrasus, and after him
Pylartes and Lysander. As a flood
Runs headlong from the mountains to the plain
After long showers from Jove; many a dry oak
And many a pine the torrent sweeps along,600
And, turbid, shoots much soil into the sea,
So, glorious Ajax troubled wide the field,
Horse and man slaughtering, whereof Hector yet
Heard not; for on the left of all the war
He fought beside Scamander, where around605
Huge Nestor, and Idomeneus the brave,
Most deaths were dealt, and loudest roar’d the fight.
There Hector toil’d, feats wonderful of spear
And horsemanship achieving, and the lines
Of many a phalanx desolating wide.610
Nor even then had the bold Greeks retired,
But that an arrow triple-barb’d, dispatch’d
By Paris, Helen’s mate, against the Chief
Machaon warring with distinguish’d force,
Pierced his right shoulder. For his sake alarm’d,615
The valor-breathing Grecians fear’d, lest he
In that disast’rous field should also fall.[16]
At once, Idomeneus of Crete approach’d
The noble Nestor, and him thus bespake.
Arise, Neleian Nestor! Pride of Greece!620
Ascend thy chariot, and Machaon placed
Beside thee, bear him, instant to the fleet.
For one, so skill’d in medicine, and to free
The inherent barb, is worth a multitude.
He said, nor the Gerenian hero old625
Aught hesitated, but into his seat
Ascended, and Machaon, son renown’d
Of Æsculapius, mounted at his side.
He lash’d the steeds, they not unwilling sought
The hollow ships, long their familiar home.630