forth From a deep thicket, whetting the white tusks Within his crooked jaws; they press around, And hear his gnashings, yet beware to come Too nigh the terrible animal—so rushed The Trojans round Ulysses, the beloved Of Jupiter. Then first the hero smote Deïopites on the shoulder-blade, And next struck Thoön down, and Ennomus, And in the navel pierced Chersidamas With his sharp spear, below the bossy shield, When leaping from his chariot. In the dust He fell, and grasped the earth with dying hands. Ulysses left them there, and with his spear He wounded Charops, son of Hippasus, And brother of brave Socus. Socus saw, And hastened to his aid, and, standing near, The godlike chief bespake Ulysses thus:—
“Renowned Ulysses! of whose arts and toils There is no end, thou either shalt today Boast to have slain two sons of Hippasus, Brave as they are, and stripped them of their arms, Or, smitten by my javelin, lose thy life.”
He spake, and smote the Grecian’s orbèd shield. The swift spear, passing through the shining disk, And fixed in the rich breastplate, tore the skin From all his side; yet Pallas suffered