“O Hector, thou art careless of the fate Of thine allies, who for thy sake, afar From those they love, and from their native land, Pour out their lives; thou bringest them no aid. Sarpedon lies in death, the chief who led The bucklered Lycians, who with justice swayed The realm of Lycia, and defended it With valor. Him hath brazen Mars beneath The weapon of Patroclus smitten down. Come then, my friends, repulse we gallantly These Myrmidons; else will they bear away His armor and insult his corpse, to avenge The havoc we have made among the Greeks Who perished by our weapons at the fleet.”

He spake, and grief immitigable seized The Trojans; for the slain, though stranger-born, Had been a pillar of the realm of Troy, And many were the troops that followed him, And he was bravest of them all in war.