He spake, and kindled in the breasts of all Fresh courage. In the band Deïphobus Marched proudly, Priam’s son, with his round shield Before him, walking with a quick, light step Behind its shelter. Then Meriones Aimed at the chief his glittering spear; the point Missed not; it struck the orb of bullock’s hide, Yet did not pierce it, for the weapon broke Just at the neck. Deïphobus held forth His shield far from him, dreading to receive A spear-thrust from the brave Meriones. Vexed thus to lose the victory, and the spear Snapped by the blow, Meriones fell back Into the column of his friends, and passed Hastily toward the camp and ships, to bring A powerful spear that stood within his tent, While others fought, and fearful was the din.