Given by his host, Euphetes, king of men, For his defence in battle, and it now Preserved his son from death. Then Meges smote With his sharp spear the helm that Dolops wore, And from its summit struck the horse-hair crest, New-tinged with purple, and the cone entire Fell midst the dust. While Meges, standing firm, Fought thus, and hoped the victory, to his aid Came warlike Menelaus, unobserved, And, standing near, smote Dolops from behind, Beneath the shoulder, and drave through the spear Till it appeared beyond. The Trojan fell Upon his face, and both the Greeks rushed on To wrench the brazen armor from his limbs, When Hector saw his fall and called aloud Upon the kindred of the slain. He first Rebuked the valiant Melanippus, son Of Hicetaon, who but lately fed His slow-paced beeves at Percote, while yet The enemy was far from Troy; but when The Achaians landed from their well-oared barques, He came to Troy, and took an eminent place Among the Trojans. Near to Priam’s halls He had his dwelling, honored equally