As Eryalus then came swiftly on, Patroclus flung a stone, and on the brow Smote him; the Trojan’s head, beneath the blow, Parted in two within the helm; he fell Headlong to earth, a prey to ghastly death. Then slew he Erymas, Amphoterus, Epaltes, Pyris, Ipheus, Echius, Tlepolemus, Damastor’s son, and next Euippus; nor was Polymelus spared, The son of Argias⁠—smitten all, and thrown, Slain upon slain, along their mother earth.

And now Sarpedon, as he saw his friends, The unbelted Lycians, falling by the hand Of Menoetiades, exhorted thus The gallant Lycians: “Shame upon you all, My Lycians! Whither do you flee? Be bold! For I myself will meet this man, and learn Who walks the field in triumph thus, and makes Such havoc in our squadrons; for his hand Has laid full many a gallant warrior low.”