With these Eurypylus and Thoas stand, Lest thirst of glory your brave souls divide, "What chief shall combat, let the lots decide. 205 'Whom heaven shall choose, be his the chance to raise 'His country's fame, his own immortal praise.' 210 215 'Or he, the king of kings, belov'd by Jove.' Old Nestor shook the casque. By heaven inspir'd, Leap'd forth the lot, of every Greek desir'd. 220 This from the right to left the herald bears, Held out in order to the Grecian peers; And deem your prayers the mean effect of fear. 'Lives there a chief, whom Ajax ought to dread, 'And, born to combats, fear no force of earth. Implore the god whose thunder rends the skies: Who in the highest heaven hast fix'd thy throne, Supreme of gods! unbounded, and alone : 'Grant thou, that Telamon bear may away The praise and conquest of this doubtful day; 'Or if illustrious Hector be thy care, "That both may claim it, and that both may share.' 225 230 235 240 245 B. VII.] HECTOR AND AJAX ENGAGE. Now Ajax braced his dazzling armour on; E'en Hector paus'd; and, with new doubt oppress'd, This Ajax bore before his manly breast, 131 250 255 260 265 270 And, threatening, thus his adverse chief address'd: 6 Hector! approach my arm, and singly know 'What strength thou hast, and what the Grecian foe. 'Achilles shuns the fight; yet some there are 275 Not void of soul, and not unskill'd in war: 'Let him, inactive on the sea-beat shore, Indulge his wrath, and aid our arms no more; 'Whole troops of heroes Greece has yet to boast, 'And sends thee one, a sample of her host. 'Such as I am, I come to prove thy might; 'No more-▬ -be sudden, and begin the fight.' 'O son of Telamon, thy country's pride!' (To Ajax thus the Trojan prince replied,) 280 Me, as a boy or woman, would'st thou fright, New to the field, and trembling at the fight? Thou meet'st a chief deserving of thy arms, 'To combat born, and bred amidst alarms : I know to shift my ground, remount the car, I steal no conquest from a noble foe.' 285 290 He said, and, rising high above the field, 295 Through six bull-hides the furious weapon drove, 300 And, glancing downwards, near his flank descends. From their bor'd shields the chiefs their javelins drew, 305 Then close impetuous, and the charge renew: Fierce as the mountain lions bathed in blood, Or foaming boars, the terror of the wood. 310 Drove through the Trojan targe the knotty spear; It reach'd his neck, with matchless strength impell'd; 315 In his strong hand upheav'd a flinty stone, Black, craggy, vast: to this his force he bends; 320 Applied each nerve, and, swinging round on high, With force tempestuous let the ruin fly: The huge stone thundering through his buckler broke; His slacken'd knees received the numbing stroke; Great Hector falls extended on the field, 325 His bulk supporting on the shatter'd shield : Nor wanted heavenly aid: Apollo's might Confirm'd his sinews, and restor'❜d to fight. And now both heroes their broad faulchions drew ; In flaming circles round their heads they flew ; 330 But then by heralds' voice the word was given, The sacred ministers of earth and heaven: Divine Talthybius whom the Greeks employ, Forbear, my sons! your farther force to prove, 'Both dear to men, and both belov'd of Jove. To either host your matchless worth is known, Each sounds your praise, and war is all your own. 335 340 |