And Teucer with his death-dispensing bow. 
    He spake, nor his request the towering son
  Of Telamon denied, but quick his speech
  To Ajax Oiliades address’d. 
    Ajax! abiding here, exhort ye both 445
  (Heroic Lycomedes and thyself)
  The Greeks to battle.  Thither I depart
  To aid our friends, which service once perform’d
  Duly, I will incontinent return. 
    So saying, the Telamonian Chief withdrew 450
  With whom went Teucer, son of the same sire,
  Pandion also, bearing Teucer’s bow. 
  Arriving at the turret given in charge
  To the bold Chief Menestheus, and the wall
  Entering, they found their friends all sharply tried. 455
  Black as a storm the senators renown’d
  And leaders of the Lycian host assail’d
  Buttress and tower, while opposite the Greeks
  Withstood them, and the battle-shout began. 
  First, Ajax, son of Telamon, a friend 460
  And fellow-warrior of Sarpedon slew,
  Epicles.  With a marble fragment huge
  That crown’d the battlement’s interior side,
  He smote him.  No man of our puny race,
  Although in prime of youth, had with both hands 465
  That weight sustain’d; but he the cumberous mass
  Uplifted high, and hurl’d it on his head. 
  It burst his helmet, and his batter’d skull
  Dash’d from all form.  He from the lofty tower
  Dropp’d downright, with a diver’s plunge, and died. 470
  But Teucer wounded Glaucus with a shaft
  Son of Hippolochus; he, climbing, bared
  His arm, which Teucer, marking, from the wall
  Transfix’d it, and his onset fierce repress’d;
  For with a backward leap Glaucus withdrew 475
  Sudden and silent, cautious lest the Greeks
  Seeing him wounded should insult his pain. 
  Grief seized, at sight of his retiring friend,
  Sarpedon, who forgat not yet the fight,
  But piercing with his lance Alcmaon, son 480
  Of Thestor, suddenly reversed the beam,
  Which following, Alcmaon to the earth
  Fell prone, with clangor of his brazen arms. 
  Sarpedon, then, strenuous with both hands
  Tugg’d, and down fell the battlement entire; 485
  The wall, dismantled at the summit, stood
  A ruin, and wide chasm was open’d through. 
  Then Ajax him and Teucer at one time
  Struck both; an arrow struck from Teucer’s bow
  The belt that cross’d his bosom, by which hung 490
  His ample shield; yet lest his son should fall
  Among the ships, Jove turn’d the death aside. 
  But Ajax, springing to his thrust, a spear
  Drove through his shield.  Sarpedon at the shock
  With backward step short interval recoil’d, 495
  But not retired, for in his bosom lived
  The hope of glory still, and, looking