Sarpedon；　nor　did　Jove　turn　his　keen　eyes　away　for　one　moment　from　the
  fight；　but　kept　looking　at　it　all　the　time；　for　he　was　settling　how
  best　to　kill　Patroclus；　and　considering　whether　Hector　should　be
  allowed　to　end　him　now　in　the　fight　round　the　body　of　Sarpedon；　and
  strip　him　of　his　armour；　or　whether　he　should　let　him　give　yet　further
  trouble　to　the　Trojans。　In　the　end；　he　deemed　it　best　that　the　brave
  squire　of　Achilles　son　of　Peleus　should　drive　Hector　and　the　Trojans
  back　towards　the　city　and　take　the　lives　of　many。　First；　therefore；　he
  made　Hector　turn　fainthearted；　whereon　he　mounted　his　chariot　and
  fled；　bidding　the　other　Trojans　fly　also；　for　he　saw　that　the　scales
  of　Jove　had　turned　against　him。　Neither　would　the　brave　Lycians
  stand　firm；　they　were　dismayed　when　they　saw　their　king　lying　struck
  to　the　heart　amid　a　heap　of　corpses…　for　when　the　son　of　Saturn　made
  the　fight　wax　hot　many　had　fallen　above　him。　The　Achaeans；　therefore
  stripped　the　gleaming　armour　from　his　shoulders　and　the　brave　son　of
  Menoetius　gave　it　to　his　men　to　take　to　the　ships。　Then　Jove　lord　of
  the　storm…cloud　said　to　Apollo；　〃Dear　Phoebus；　go；　I　pray　you；　and
  take　Sarpedon　out　of　range　of　the　weapons；　cleanse　the　black　blood
  from　off　him；　and　then　bear　him　a　long　way　off　where　you　may　wash
  him　in　the　river；　anoint　him　with　ambrosia；　and　clothe　him　in　immortal
  raiment；　this　done；　commit　him　to　the　arms　of　the　two　fleet
  messengers；　Death；　and　Sleep；　who　will　carry　him　straightway　to　the
  rich　land　of　Lycia；　where　his　brothers　and　kinsmen　will　inter　him；　and
  will　raise　both　mound　and　pillar　to　his　memory；　in　due　honour　to　the
  dead。〃
  Thus　he　spoke。　Apollo　obeyed　his　father's　saying；　and　came　down　from
  the　heights　of　Ida　into　the　thick　of　the　fight；　forthwith　he　took
  Sarpedon　out　of　range　of　the　weapons；　and　then　bore　him　a　long　way
  off；　where　he　washed　him　in　the　river；　anointed　him　with　ambrosia
  and　clothed　him　in　immortal　raiment；　this　done；　he　committed　him　to
  the　arms　of　the　two　fleet　messengers；　Death；　and　Sleep；　who
  presently　set　him　down　in　the　rich　land　of　Lycia。
  Meanwhile　Patroclus；　with　many　a　shout　to　his　horses　and　to
  Automedon；　pursued　the　Trojans　and　Lycians　in　the　pride　and
  foolishness　of　his　heart。　Had　he　but　obeyed　the　bidding　of　the　son
  of　Peleus；　he　would　have；　escaped　death　and　have　been　scatheless；
  but　the　counsels　of　Jove　pass　man's　understanding；　he　will　put　even
  a　brave　man　to　flight　and　snatch　victory　from　his　grasp；　or　again　he
  will　set　him　on　to　fight；　as　he　now　did　when　he　put　a　high　spirit　into
  the　heart　of　Patroclus。
  Who　then　first；　and　who　last；　was　slain　by　you；　O　Patroclus；　when
  the　gods　had　now　called　you　to　meet　your　doom？　First　Adrestus；
  Autonous；　Echeclus；　Perimus　the　son　of　Megas；　Epistor　and
  Melanippus；　after　these　he　killed　Elasus；　Mulius；　and　Pylartes。
  These　he　slew；　but　the　rest　saved　themselves　by　flight。
  The　sons　of　the　Achaeans　would　now　have　taken　Troy　by　the　hands　of
  Patroclus；　for　his　spear　flew　in　all　directions；　had　not　Phoebus
  Apollo　taken　his　stand　upon　the　wall　to　defeat　his　purpose　and　to
  aid　the　Trojans。　Thrice　did　Patroclus　charge　at　an　angle　of　the　high
  wall；　and　thrice　did　Apollo　beat　him　back；　striking　his　shield　with
  his　own　immortal　hands。　When　Patroclus　was　coming　on　like　a　god　for
  yet　a　fourth　time；　Apollo　shouted　to　him　with　an　awful　voice　and　said；
  〃Draw　back；　noble　Patroclus；　it　is　not　your　lot　to　sack　the　city　of
  the　Trojan　chieftains；　nor　yet　will　it　be　that　of　Achilles　who　is　a
  far　better　man　than　you　are。〃　On　hearing　this；　Patroclus　withdrew　to
  some　distance　and　avoided　the　anger　of　Apollo。
  Meanwhile　Hector　was　waiting　with　his　horses　inside　the　Scaean
  gates；　in　doubt　whether　to　drive　out　again　and　go　on　fighting；　or　to
  call　the　army　inside　the　gates。　As　he　was　thus　doubting　Phoebus　Apollo
  drew　near　him　in　the　likeness　of　a　young　and　lusty　warrior　Asius；
  who　was　Hector's　uncle；　being　own　brother　to　Hecuba；　and　son　of
  Dymas　who　lived　in　Phrygia　by　the　waters　of　the　river　Sangarius；　in
  his　likeness　Jove's　son　Apollo　now　spoke　to　Hector　saying；　〃Hector；
  why　have　you　left　off　fighting？　It　is　ill　done　of　you。　If　I　were　as
  much　better　a　man　than　you；　as　I　am　worse；　you　should　soon　rue　your
  slackness。　Drive　straight　towards　Patroclus；　if　so　be　that　Apollo
  may　grant　you　a　triumph　over　him；　and　you　may　rull　him。〃
  With　this　the　god　went　back　into　the　hurly…burly；　and　Hector　bade
  Cebriones　drive　again　into　the　fight。　Apollo　passed　in　among　them；　and
  struck　panic　into　the　Argives；　while　he　gave　triumph　to　Hector　and　the
  Trojans。　Hector　let　the　other　Danaans　alone　and　killed　no　man；　but
  drove　straight　at　Patroclus。　Patroclus　then　sprang　from　his　chariot　to
  the　ground；　with　a　spear　in　his　left　hand；　and　in　his　right　a　jagged
  stone　as　large　as　his　hand　could　hold。　He　stood　still　and　threw　it；
  nor　did　it　go　far　without　hitting　some　one；　the　cast　was　not　in
  vain；　for　the　stone　struck　Cebriones；　Hector's　charioteer；　a　bastard
  son　of　Priam；　as　he　held　the　reins　in　his　hands。　The　stone　hit　him
  on　the　forehead　and　drove　his　brows　into　his　head　for　the　bone　was
  smashed；　and　his　eyes　fell　to　the　ground　at　his　feet。　He　dropped
  dead　from　his　chariot　as　though　he　were　diving；　and　there　was　no
  more　life　left　in　him。　Over　him　did　you　then　vaunt；　O　knight
  Patroclus；　saying；　〃Bless　my　heart；　how　active　he　is；　and　how　well
  he　dives。　If　we　had　been　at　sea　this　fellow　would　have　dived　from
  the　ship's　side　and　brought　up　as　many　oysters　as　the　whole　crew　could
  stomach；　even　in　rough　water；　for　he　has　dived　beautifully　off　his
  chariot　on　to　the　ground。　It　seems；　then；　that　there　are　divers　also
  among　the　Trojans。〃
  As　he　spoke　he　flung　himself　on　Cebriones　with　the　spring；　as　it
  were；　of　a　lion　that　while　attacking　a　stockyard　is　himself　struck
  in　the　chest；　and　his　courage　is　his　own　bane…　even　so　furiously；　O
  Patroclus；　did　you　then　spring　upon　Cebriones。　Hector　sprang　also　from
  his　chariot　to　the　ground。　The　pair　then　fought　over　the　body　of
  Cebriones。　As　two　lions　fight　fiercely　on　some　high　mountain　over
  the　body　of　a　stag　that　they　have　killed；　even　so　did　these　two　mighty
  warriors；　Patroclus　son　of　Menoetius　and　brave　Hector；　hack　and　hew　at
  one　another　over　the　corpse　of　Cebriones。　Hector　would　not　let　him
  go　when　he　had　once　got　him　by　the　head；　while　Patroclus　kept　fast
  hold　of　his　feet；　and　a　fierce　fight　raged　between　the　other　Danaans
  and　Trojans。　As　the　east　and　south　wind　buffet　one　another　when　they
  beat　upon　some　dense　forest　on　the　mountains…　there　is　beech　and　ash
  and　spreading　cornel；　the　to　of　the　trees　roar　as　they　beat　on　one
  another；　and　one　can　hear　the　boughs　cracking　and　breaking…　even　so
  did　the　Trojans　and　Achaeans　spring　upon　one　another　and　lay　about
  each　other；　and　neither　side　would　give　way。　Many　a　pointed　spear　fell
  to　ground　and　many　a　winged　arrow　sped　from　its　bow…string　about　the
  body　of　Cebriones；　many　a　great　stone；　moreover；　beat　on　many　a　shield
  as　they　fought　around　his　body；　but　there　he　lay　in　the　whirling
  clouds　of　dust；　all　huge　and　hugely；　heedless　of　his　driving　now。
  So　long　as　the　sun　was　still　high　in　mid…heaven　the　weapons　of
  either　side　were　alike　deadly；　and　the　people　fell；　but　when　he　went
  down　towards　the　time　when　men　loose　their　oxen；　the　Achaeans　proved
  to　be　beyond　all　forecast　stronger；　so　that　they　drew　Cebriones　out　of
  range　of　the　darts　and　tumult　of　the　Trojans；　and　stripped　the
  armour　from　his　shoulders。　Then　Patroclus　sprang　like　Mars　with　fierce
  intent　and　a　terrific　shout　upon　the　Trojans；　and　thrice　did　he　kill
  nine　men；　but　as　he　was　coming　on　like　a　god　for　a　time；　then；　O
  Patroclus；　was　the　hour　of　your　end　approaching；　for　Phoebus　fought
  you　in　fell　earnest。　Patroclus　did　not　see　him　as　he　moved　about　in
  the　crush；　for　he　was　enshrouded　in　thick　darkness；　and　the　god　struck
  him　from　behind　on　his　back　and　his　broad　shoulders　with　the　flat　of
  his　hand；　so　that　his　eyes　turned　dizzy。　Phoebus　Apollo　beat　the
  helmet　from　off　his　head；　and　it　rolled　rattling　off　under　the　horses'
  feet；　where　its　horse…hair　plumes　were　all　begrimed　with　dust　and
  blood。　Never　indeed　had　that　helmet　fared　so　before；　for　it　had　served
  to　protect　the　head　and　comely　forehead　of　the　godlike　hero
  Achilles。　Now；　however；　Zeus　delivered　it　over　to　be　worn　by　Hector。
  Nevertheless　the　end　of　Hector　also　was　near。　The　bronze…shod　spear；
  so　great　and　so　strong；　was　broken　in　the　hand　of　Patroclus；　while　his
  shield　that　covered　him　from　head　to　foot　fell　to　the　ground　as　did
  also　the　band　that　held　it；　and　Apollo　undid　the　fastenings　of　his
  corslet。
  On　this　his　mind　became　clouded；　his　limbs　failed　him；　and　he
  stood　as　one　dazed；　whereon　Euphorbus　son　of　Panthous　a　Dardanian；　the
  best　spearman　of　his　time；　as　also　the　finest　horseman　and　fleetest
  runner；　came　behind　him　and　struck　him　in　the　back　with　a　spear；
  midway　between　the　shoulders。　This　man　as　soon　as　ever　he　had　come
  up　with　his　chariot　had　dismounted　twenty　men；　so　proficient　was　he　in
  all　the　arts　of　war…　he　it　was；　O　knight　Patroclus；　that　first　drove　a
  weapon　into　you；　but　he　did　not　quite　overpower　you。　Euphorbus　then
  ran　back　into　the　crowd；　after　drawing　his　ashen　s