So speaking, he drew back; but he had roused The courage of his friend, who, springing forth From midst the foremost combatants, took aim, First looking keenly round, with his bright spear, From which the Trojans shrank as they beheld The hero cast it. Not in vain he threw The weapon, for it struck upon the breast Brave Melanippus, Hicetaon’s son; Beneath the pap it smote him as he came. He fell with ringing arms; Antilochus Sprang toward him like a hound that springs to seize A wounded fawn, which, leaping from its lair, Is stretched disabled by the hunter’s dart. So sprang the stout Antilochus on thee, O Melanippus!⁠—sprang to spoil thy limbs Of armor; but the noble Hector saw, And, hastening through the thick of battle, came Against him. Mighty as he was in war, Yet ventured not Antilochus to wait His coming; but as flees a savage beast, Conscious of guilty deed, when, having slain Herdsman or hound, that kept the pastured kine, He steals away before a crowd of men, So fled the son of Nestor. On his rear