they are the first to recognize the imposture of shield and
weapon, and to mark the different sound of our speech.
All is over—we are overwhelmed by numbers: first of 5
all, Coroebus is stretched low; his slayer Peneleos, his
place of death the altar of the Goddess of Arms; slain,
too, is Rhipeus, the justest and most righteous man in
Troy—but heaven’s will is not ours—down go Hypanis
and Dymas both, shot by their friends; nor could all 10
your acts of piety, good Panthus, shield you in your fall;
no, nor the fillet of Apollo on your brow. Ye ashes of