The son of Atreus, Menelaus, slew With his sharp spear Scamandrius, the son Of Strophius, practised in the forest chase, A mighty hunter. Him had Dian taught To strike whatever beast the woody wild Breeds on the hills; but now availed him not The favor of Diana, archer-queen, Nor skill to throw the javelin afar; For Menelaus, mighty with the spear, Followed him as he fled, and in the back Smote him, between the shoulder-blades, and drave The weapon through. He fell upon the ground Headlong, his armor clashing as he fell. And then Meriones slew Phereclus, Son of Harmonius, the artificer, Who knew to shape all works of rare device, For Pallas loved him. It was he who built The fleet for Paris⁠—cause of many woes To all the Trojans and to him⁠—for ill He understood the oracles of heaven. Him did Meriones, pursuing long, O’ertake, and, smiting him on the right hip, Pierced through the part beneath the bone and near The bladder. On his knees with sad lament so He fell, and death involved him in its shade.