e aroused him. But he
(Antilochus) leaped forth from amongst the foremost warriors, and took
aim with his shining spear, gazing around him; but the Trojans retired,
the hero hurling. But he did not cast his weapon in vain, for he struck
magnanimous Melanippus, the son of Hicetaon, in the breast, near the
pap, advancing to the battle. And falling, he made a crash, and his arms
rang upon him. But Antilochus sprang upon him, as a dog that rushes on a
wounded fawn, which the huntsman aiming at, has wounded, leaping from
its lair, and relaxed its limbs under it. Thus, O Melanippus, did
warlike Antilochus spring on thee, about to despoil thee of thy armour:
but he did not escape noble Hector, who came against him, running
through the battle. But Antilochus did not await him, though being an
expert warrior, but he fled, like unto a wild beast that has done some
mischief, which, having slain a dog or herdsman in charge of oxen,
flies, before a crowd of men is assembled: so fled the son of Nestor;
but the Trojans and Hector, with great clamour, poured forth their
deadly weapons. Yet when he reached the band of his own companions,
being turned round, he stood. But the Trojans, like raw-devouring lions,
rushed upon the ships, and were fulfilling the commands of Jove; who
ever kept exciting their great strength, and enervated the courage of
the Greeks, and took away their glory; but encouraged those. For his
mind wished to bestow glory on Hector, the son of Priam, that he might
cast the dreadfully-burning, indefatigable fire upon the crooked barks;
and accomplish all the unseasonable prayer of Thetis.

For this did provident Jove await, till he should behold with his eyes
the flame of a burning vessel; for from that time he was about to make a
retreat of the Trojans from the ships, and to afford glory to the
Greeks. Designing these things, he aroused Hector, the son of Priam,
against the hollow ships, although himself very eager. But he raged, as
when Mars [rages], brandishing his spear, or [when] a destructive fire
rages in the mountains, in the thickets of a deep wood. And foam arose
about his mouth, and his eyes flashed from beneath his grim eyebrows;
and the helm was shaken awfully upon the temples of Hector, fighting;
for Jove himself from the aether was an assistant to him, and honoured
and glorified him alone amongst many men; because he was destined to be
short-lived: for Pallas Minerva already impelled him towards the fatal