“Which of the Grecian chiefs consorts with thee? But Diomed desires my company, And still communicates his praise with me. As guided by a god, secure he goes, Arm’d with my fellowship, amid the foes: And sure no little merit I may boast, Whom such a man selects from such a host; Unforced by lots I went without affright, To dare with him the dangers of the night: On the same errand sent, we met the spy Of Hector, double-tongued, and used to lie; Him I despatch’d, but not till undermined, I drew him first to tell what treacherous Troy design’d: My task perform’d, with praise I had retired, But not content with this, to greater praise aspired; Invaded Rhesus, and his Thracian crew, And him and his in their own strength I slew; Return’d a victor, all my vows complete, With the king’s chariot, in his royal seat: Refuse me now his arms, whose fiery steeds Were promised to the spy for his nocturnal deeds; And let dull Ajax bear away my right, When all his days outbalance this one night.