have slain
  Makes it not compensation for the loss
  Of Prothoeenor’s life!  To me he seems
  Nor base himself; nor yet of base descent,
  But brother of Atenor steed-renown’d, 565
  Or else perchance his son; for in my eyes
  Antenor’s lineage he resembles most. 
    So he, well knowing him, and sorrow seized
  Each Trojan heart.  Then Acamas around
  His brother stalking, wounded with his spear 570
  Boeotian Promachus, who by the feet
  Dragg’d off the slain.  Acamas in his fall
  Aloud exulted with a boundless joy. 
    Vain-glorious Argives, archers inexpert! 
  War’s toil and trouble are not ours alone, 575
  But ye shall perish also; mark the man—­
  How sound he sleeps tamed by my conquering arm,
  Your fellow-warrior Promachus! the debt
  Of vengeance on my brother’s dear behalf
  Demanded quick discharge; well may the wish 580
  Of every dying warrior be to leave
  A brother living to avenge his fall. 
    He ended, whom the Greeks indignant heard,
  But chiefly brave Peneleus; swift he rush’d
  On Acamas; but from before the force 585
  Of King Peneleus Acamas retired,
  And, in his stead, Ilioneus he pierced,
  Offspring of Phorbas, rich in flocks; and blest
  By Mercury with such abundant wealth
  As other Trojan none, nor child to him 590
  His spouse had borne, Ilioneus except. 
  Him close beneath the brow to his eye-roots
  Piercing, he push’d the pupil from its seat,
  And through his eye and through his poll the spear
  Urged furious.  He down-sitting on the earth 595
  Both hands extended; but, his glittering blade
  Forth-drawn, Peneleus through his middle neck
  Enforced it; head and helmet to the ground
  He lopp’d together, with the lance infixt
  Still in his eye; then like a poppy’s head 600
  The crimson trophy lifting, in the ears
  He vaunted loud of Ilium’s host, and cried. 
    Go, Trojans! be my messengers!  Inform
  The parents of Ilioneus the brave
  That they may mourn their son through all their house, 605
  For so the wife of Alegenor’s son
  Boeotian Promachus must him bewail,
  Nor shall she welcome his return with smiles
  Of joy affectionate, when from the shores
  Of Troy the fleet shall bear us Grecians home. 610
    He said; fear whiten’d every Trojan cheek,
  And every Trojan eye with earnest look
  Inquired a refuge from impending fate. 
    Say now, ye Muses, blest inhabitants
  Of the Olympian realms! what Grecian first 615
  Fill’d his victorious hand with armor stript
  From slaughter’d Trojans, after Ocean’s God
  Had, interposing, changed the battle’s course?