Then Hector flew in haste to tear away From the large-souled Amphimachus the helm That cased his temples. Ajax saw, and hurled His glittering spear at Hector as he came: It made no wound; for Hector stood equipped All o’er in formidable brass. The spear Struck on the bossy shield with such a shock As forced him to recoil, and leave unspoiled The bodies, which the Achaians dragged away. For Stichius and Menestheus, chief among The Athenians, bore the dead Amphimachus To the Greek camp, while the two men of might, The chieftains Ajax, lifted Imbrius up; And as two lions, bearing off among The close-grown shrubs a goat, which they have snatched From sharp-toothed dogs, uplift it in their jaws Above the ground, so the two warriors raised The corpse of Imbrius, and stripped off the mail, While, angered that Amphilochus was slain, Oileus’ son struck from the tender neck The head, and sent it far among the crowd, Whirled like a ball, to fall at Hector’s feet.