“Son of Laertes, nobly born and trained To wise expedients, lift me up, or I Will lift up thee; and leave the rest to Jove.”

He spake, and raised Ulysses from the ground, Who dealt, with ready stratagem, a blow Upon the ham of Ajax, and the limb Gave way; the hero fell upon his back, And on his breast Ulysses, while the host Stood wondering and amazed. Ulysses strove, In turn, to lift his rival, but prevailed Only to move him from his place; he caught The knee of Ajax in his own, and both Came to the ground together, soiled with dust. They rose to wrestle still, but from his seat Achilles started, and forbade them thus:⁠—

“Contend no longer, nor exhaust your strength With struggling; there is victory for both, And equal prizes. Now depart, and leave The field of contest to the other Greeks.”