He fell, and cruel death crept over him. With grief Patroclus saw his comrade slain, And broke his way among the foremost ranks. As a swift hawk that chases through the air Starlings and daws, so didst thou dart among Trojans and Lycians, for thy wrath was roused, O knight Patroclus! by thy comrade’s death. And now his hand struck Sthenelaüs down, The dear son of Ithaemenes; he flung A stone that crushed the sinews of the neck. Back drew illustrious Hector, and with him The warriors who were fighting in the van. As far as one can send a javelin, When men contend in martial games, or meet Their deadly enemies in war, so far Withdrew the Trojans, and the Greeks pursued. The leader of the bucklered Lycian host, Glaucus, was first to turn against his foes. He slew the brave Bathycles, the dear son Of Chalcon, who in Hellas had his home, And was the richest of the Myrmidons. The Lycian, turning on him suddenly As he drew near pursuing, sent his spear Right through his breast, and with a clash he fell.