He spake, and pierced Thymbraeus with his spear Through the left breast, and dashed him from his car. Meanwhile Ulysses struck Molion down, The prince’s stately comrade. These they left Never to fight again, and made their way Through the thick squadrons, carrying, as they went, Confusion with them. As two fearless boars Rush on the hounds, so, mingling in the war, They bore the foe before them, and the Greeks Welcomed a respite from the havoc made By noble Hector. Next they seized a car Which bore two chiefs, the bravest of their host⁠— Sons of Percosian Merops, who was skilled Beyond all men in portents. He enjoined His sons to keep aloof from murderous war. Yet did they not obey him, for the fate That doomed the twain to death impelled them on; And Diomed, the mighty with the spear, Spoiled them of life, and bore their armor off, A glittering prize. Meantime Ulysses slew Hippodamus, and next Hypirochus. The son of Saturn looked from Ida’s height, And bade the battle rage on either side With equal fury: both the encountering hosts