“Ye warriors Ajax, leaders of the Greeks! And thou, Meriones! Let each of you Bear well in mind how kindly was the mood Of poor Patroclus; gentle in his life Was he to all, and now is with the dead.” The fair-haired Menelaus, speaking thus, Withdrew. He looked around him as he went, As looks an eagle, bird of sharpest sight⁠— So men declare⁠—of all the fowls of air, From which, though high in heaven, the nimble hare Beneath the thicket is not hid; he stoops, And takes the creature’s life. Thy piercing eyes, O Menelaus, thus on every side Were turned, in eager scrutiny, to find Among the multitude of Greeks the son Of Nestor living. Him he soon descried Upon the battle’s left, where manfully He cheered his fellows on. The fair-haired son Of Atreus came and stood by him, and said:⁠—