“O Socus! son of warlike Hippasus The horseman! Death has overtaken thee, And thou couldst not escape. Unhappy one! Now thou art dead thy father will not come To close thy eyes, nor she, the honored one Who gave thee birth; but birds of prey shall flap Their heavy wings above thee, and shall tear Thy flesh, while I in dying shall receive Due funeral honors from the noble Greeks.”

He spake, and from his wounded side drew forth, And from his bossy shield, the ponderous spear Which warlike Socus threw. A gush of blood Followed, and torturing pain. Now, when they saw Ulysses bleed, the gallant sons of Troy Called to each other, rushing in a crowd To where he stood. Retreating as they came, He shouted to his comrades. Thrice he raised His voice as loud as human lungs could shout; Thrice warlike Menelaus heard the cry, And spake at once to Ajax at his side:⁠—