His buckler owns its former lord, and brings New cause of strife between contending kings; Who worthiest after him his sword to wield, Or wear his armour, or sustain his shield. Ev’n Diomede sat mute, with downcast eyes, Conscious of wonted worth to win the prize; Nor Menelaus presumed these arms to claim; Nor he, the king of men, a greater name: Two rivals only rose: Laertes’ son, And the vast bulk of Ajax Telamon. The king, who cherish’d each with equal love, And from himself all envy would remove, Left both to be determined by the laws, And to the Grecian chiefs transferr’d the cause.