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The wanton courser thus, with reins unbound,
the warriours passing on the way,
The single Combat of Hector and Ajax.
THE battle renewing with double ardour upon the re
turn of Hector, Minerva is under apprehensions for the Greeks. Apollo, seeing her descend from Olympus joins her near the Scæan gate, they agree to put off the general engagement for that day, and incite Hector to challenge the Greeks to a single combat. Nine of the princes accepting the challenge, the lot is caft, and falls upon Ajax. These heroes, after several attacks, are parted by the night. The Trojans calling a council, Antenor proposes the delivery of Helen to the Greeks, to which Paris will not confent, but offers to restore them her riches. Priam sends a herald to make this offer, and to demand a truce for burning the dead; the last of which only is agreed to by Agamemnon. When the funerals are performed, the Greeks, pursuant to the advice of Nestor, erect a fortification to protect their fleet and camp, flanked with towers, and defended by a ditch and palisades. Neptune testifies his jealousy at this work, but is pacified by a promise from Jupiter. Both armies pass the night in feasting, but Jupiter disneartens the Trojans with thunder and other signs of his wrath.
The three and twentieth day ends with the duel of Hector and Ajax : the next day the truce is agreed : another is taken up in the funeral rites of the sain; and one more in building the fortification before the thips. So that somewhat above three days is employed in this book. The scene lies wholly in the field.
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spoke the guardian of the Trojan state, Then rush'd impetuous through the Scæan gate, Him Paris follow'd to the dire alarms; Both breathing slaughter, both resolv'd in arms. As when to sailors labouring through the main, S That long had heav'd the weary oar in vain, Jove bids at length th' expected gales arise, The gales blow grateful, and the vessel flies : So welcome these to Troy's desiring train ; The bands are chear'd, the war awakes again. Q
Bold Paris first the work of death begun On great Menestheus, Areïthous' son: Sprung from the fair Philomeda's embrace, The pleasing Arnè was his native place. Then sunk Eioneus to the shades below,
15 Beneath his fteely casque he felt the blow, Full on his neck, from Hector's weighty hand; And rollid, with limbs relax'd, along the land. By Glaucus' spear the bold Iphinous bleeds, Fix'd in the shoulder as he mounts his steeds; Headlong he tumbles : his flack nerves unbound, Drop the cold useless members on the ground.