With noise; the spear stood planted in his heart, And as he panted quivered through its length, Yet soon its murderous force was spent and still. And then the victor boasted thus aloud:⁠—

“Deïphobus, does this appear to thee A fair return, when three are slain for one, Or hast thou boasted idly? Yet do thou, Vain as thou art, stand forth and face me here, And I will teach thee of what race I am⁠— An offshoot of the stock of Jove, whose son Was Minos, guardian of our Crete, and he Was father of the good Deucalion. Deucalion’s son am I, and I am king O’er many men in the broad isle of Crete. My galleys brought me thence to be the dread Of thee, thy father, and the men of Troy.”