Slew and were slain. Tydides with his spear Smote on the hip the chief Agastrophus, The son of Paeon, thoughtless wretch, whose steeds Were not at hand for flight; his charioteer Held them at distance, while their master rushed Among the foremost warriors till he fell. Hector perceived his fall, as through the files He looked, and straightway hastened to the spot With shouts; and after him came rapidly The phalanxes of Trojans. Diomed, The great in battle, shuddered as he saw, And thus addressed Ulysses, who was near:⁠—

“Lo! The destroyer, furious Hector, comes! Let us stand firm, and face and drive him back.”