Priam’s noble city are many sons Of gods, who will with vehement anger see Thy interposing hand. Yet if he be So dear to thee, and thou dost pity him, Let him in mortal combat be o’ercome By Menoetiades, and when the breath Of life has left his frame, give thou command To Death and gentle Sleep to bear him hence To the broad realm of Lycia. There his friends And brethren shall perform the funeral rites; There shall they build him up a tomb, and rear A column—honors that become the dead.”
She ceased, nor did the All-Father disregard Her words. He caused a bloody dew to fall Upon the earth in sorrow for the son Whom well he loved, and whom Patroclus soon Should slay upon the fertile plain of Troy, Far from the pleasant land that saw his birth.
The warriors now drew near. Patroclus slew The noble Thrasymelus, who had been Sarpedon’s valiant comrade in the war. Below the belt he smote him, and he fell Lifeless. Sarpedon threw his shining lance; It missed, but struck the courser Pedasus In the right shoulder. With a groan he fell In dust, and, moaning, breathed his life away. Then the two living