He spake, and warlike Polypoetes rose. Uprose the strong Leonteus, who in form Was like a god. The son of Telamon Rose also, and Epeius nobly born; Each took his place. Epeius seized the mass, And sent it whirling. All the Achaians laughed. The loved of Mars, Leonteus, flung it next, And after him the son of Telamon, The large-limbed Ajax, from his vigorous arm Sent it beyond the mark of both. But when The sturdy warrior Polypoetes took The mass in hand, as far as o’er his beeves A herdsman sends his whirling staff, so far This cast outdid the rest. A shout arose; The friends of sturdy Polypoetes took The prize, and bore it to the hollow ships.