Idomeneus, encouraging the Greeks, Rushed on the Trojans, and revived the fight. He slew Orthryoneus, who just before, Drawn by the rumor of the war, had left Cabesus, and now made a lover’s suit For Priam’s fairest daughter. Without dower He sought to wed Cassandra, promising A vast exploit⁠—to drive the Greeks from Troy, In spite of all their valor. The old king Consented that the maiden should be his; And now he fought, and trusted to fulfil His promise. But Idomeneus took aim, And cast his glittering javelin at the youth. It struck him marching proudly on, nor stopped The weapon at the brazen mail, but pierced The stomach. With a clash the warrior fell, And thus the victor boasted over him:⁠—