Meantime the valor of Idomeneus Remitted not; he vehemently longed To cover many a Trojan with the night Of death, or fall himself with clashing arms, In warring to defend the ships of Greece. The brave Alcathoüs, the beloved son Of Aesyetus, whom Anchises made His son-in-law⁠—for he had given to him Hippodameia, eldest-born of all His daughters, whom her parents, while she dwelt With them, loved dearly, fair and wise beyond All other maidens of her age, and skilled In household arts; so that the noblest prince Of the broad Trojan kingdom made her his;⁠— Him, by the weapon of Idomeneus, Did Neptune bring to death. The sparkling eyes Grew dim, and stiffened were the shapely limbs, For neither could he flee nor turn aside; But as he stood before him, column-like, Or like a towering tree, Idomeneus Transfixed him in the bosom with his spear The brazen coat of mail gave way, which oft Had saved him, breaking with a sharp, shrill sound Before the severing blade. He fell to earth