the slain and one more in building the fortification before the ships. So

that somewhat about three days is employed in this book. The scene lies

wholly in the field.

So spoke the guardian of the Trojan state,

Then rush'd impetuous through the Scaean gate.

Him Paris follow'd to the dire alarms;

Both breathing slaughter, both resolved in arms.

As when to sailors labouring through the main,

That long have heaved the weary oar in vain,

Jove bids at length the expected gales arise;

The gales blow grateful, and the vessel flies.

So welcome these to Troy's desiring train,

The bands are cheer'd, the war awakes again.

Bold Paris first the work of death begun

On great Menestheus, Areithous' son,

Sprung from the fair Philomeda's embrace,

The pleasing Arne was his native place.

Then sunk Eioneus to the shades below,

Beneath his steely casque he felt the blow(177)

Full on his neck, from Hector's weighty hand;

And roll'd, with limbs relax'd, along the land.

By Glaucus' spear the bold Iphmous bleeds,

Fix'd in the shoulder as he mounts his steeds;

Headlong he tumbles: his slack nerves unbound,

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