And thus to excellent Polydamas Did Ajax shout in turn: “Bethink thee now, And tell me truly, was not this a man Worthy to die for Prothoenor’s sake? No man of mean repute or meanly born He seems, but either brother to the knight Antenor, or his son; for certainly His looks declare him of Antenor’s race.”

He spake; but well he knew the slain. Meanwhile The Trojans heard and grieved. Then Acamas, Stalking around his fallen brother, slew Promachus, the Boeotian, with his spear, While dragging off the dead man by the feet.

Then o’er the fallen warrior, Acamas Boasted aloud: “O measureless in threats! Bowmen of Argos! Not to us alone Shall woe and mourning come; ye also yet Will perish. See your Promachus o’erthrown, And by my spear, that so my brother’s death May not be unrequited. Every man Should wish a brother left to avenge his fall.”