son,
  Of all the foreign guests at Hector’s board
  His favorite most, the hero thus address’d. 705
    What Chief of all the Grecians shall henceforth
  Fear Hector, who from Menelaus shrinks
  Once deem’d effeminate, but dragging now
  The body of thy valiant friend approved
  Whom he hath slain, Podes, Eetion’s son? 710
    He spake, and at his words grief like a cloud
  Involved the mind of Hector dark around;
  Right through the foremost combatants he rush’d
  All clad in dazzling brass.  Then, lifting high
  His tassel’d AEgis radiant, Jove with storms 715
  Enveloped Ida; flash’d his lightnings, roar’d
  His thunders, and the mountain shook throughout. 
  Troy’s host he prosper’d, and the Greeks dispersed. 
    First fled Peneleus, the Boeotian Chief,
  Whom facing firm the foe Polydamas 720
  Struck on his shoulder’s summit with a lance
  Hurl’d nigh at hand, which slight inscribed the bone.
  [10]Leitus also, son of the renown’d
  Alectryon, pierced by Hector in the wrist,
  Disabled left the fight; trembling he fled 725
  And peering narrowly around, nor hoped
  To lift a spear against the Trojans more. 
  Hector, pursuing Leitus, the point
  Encounter’d of the brave Idomeneus
  Full on his chest; but in his mail the lance 730
  Snapp’d, and the Trojans shouted to the skies. 
  He, in his turn, cast at Deucalion’s son
  Idomeneus, who in that moment gain’d[11]
  A chariot-seat; but him the erring spear
  Attain’d not, piercing Coeranus instead 735
  The friend and follower of Meriones
  From wealthy Lyctus, and his charioteer. 
  For when he left, that day, the gallant barks
  Idomeneus had sought the field on foot,
  And triumph proud, full sure, to Ilium’s host 740
  Had yielded now, but that with rapid haste
  Coeranus drove to his relief, from him
  The fate averting which himself incurr’d
  Victim of Hector’s homicidal arm. 
  Him Hector smiting between ear and jaw 745
  Push’d from their sockets with the lance’s point
  His firm-set teeth, and sever’d sheer his tongue. 
  Dismounted down he fell, and from his hand
  Let slide the flowing reins, which, to the earth
  Stooping, Meriones in haste resumed, 750
  And briefly thus Idomeneus address’d. 
    Now drive, and cease not, to the fleet of Greece! 
  Thyself see’st victory no longer ours. 
    He said; Idomeneus whom, now, dismay
  Seized also, with his lash plying severe 755
  The coursers ample-maned, flew to the fleet. 
  Nor Ajax, dauntless hero, not perceived,
  Nor Menelaus, by the sway of Jove
  The victory inclining fast to Troy,