The illustrious Hector spake, and rapidly Passed through the gate, and with him issued forth His brother Alexander⁠—eager, both, For war and combat. As when God bestows, To glad the long-expecting mariners, A favorable wind while wearily They beat the ocean with their polished oars, Their arms all nerveless with their length of toil, Such to the expecting Trojans was the sight Of the two chiefs. First Alexander slew Menesthius, who in Arnè had his home, A son of Areïthoüs the king. Large-eyed Philomedusa brought him forth To the mace-bearer Areïthoüs. And Hector smote Eïoneus, the spear Piercing his neck beneath the brazen casque, And straightway he dropped lifeless. Glaucus then Son of Hippolochus, and chief among The Lycians⁠—in that fiery onset slew Iphinous, son of Dexius, with his spear. It pierced the warrior’s shoulder as he sprang To mount his rapid car, and from the place He fell to earth, his limbs relaxed in death Now when Minerva of the azure eyes