winds sleep; his breast received the stroke. Before the ponderous stroke his corslet yields, Long used to ward the death in fighting fields. The riven armour sends a jarring sound; His labouring heart heaves with so strong a bound, The long lance shakes, and vibrates in the wound; Fast flowing from its source, as prone he lay, Life's purple tide impetuous gush'd away. Then Idomen, insulting o'er the slain: "Behold, Deiphobus! nor vaunt in vain: See! on one Greek three Trojan ghosts attend; This, my third victim, to the shades I send. Approaching now thy boasted might approve, And try the prowess of the seed of Jove. From Jove, enamour'd of a mortal dame, Great Minos, guardian of his country, came: Deucalion, blameless prince, was Minos' heir; His first-born I, the third from Jupiter: O'er spacious Crete, and her bold sons, I reign, And thence my ships transport me through the main: Lord of a host, o'er all my host I shine, A scourge to thee, thy father, and thy line." The Trojan heard; uncertain or to meet, Alone, with venturous arms the king of Crete, Or seek auxiliar force; at length decreed To call some hero to partake the deed, Forthwith Ćneas rises to his thought: For him in Troy's remotest lines he sought, Where he, incensed at partial Priam, stands, And sees superior posts in meaner hands. To him, ambitious of so great an aid, The bold Deiphobus approach'd, and said: "Now, Trojan prince, employ thy pious arms, If e'er thy bosom felt fair honour's charms. Alcathous dies, thy brother and thy friend; Come, and the warrior's loved remains defend. Beneath his cares thy early youth was train'd, One table fed you, and one roof contain'd. This deed to fierce Idomeneus we owe; Haste, and revenge it on th' insulting foe." Ćneas heard, and for a space resign'd To tender pity all his manly mind; Then rising in his rage, he burns to fight: The Greek awaits him with collected might.