and
he smote him on the neck with his sword, and relaxed his limbs. Thus he,
unhappy, while aiding his citizens, falling there, slept a brazen sleep,
away from his lawful virgin wife, whose charms he had not yet known,
although he had given many presents [for her].[370] First he gave a
hundred oxen, and then he promised a thousand goats and sheep together,
which were pastured for him in countless numbers. Him Agamemnon, son of
Atreus, at that time stripped [of his arms], and went through the army
of the Greeks, bearing his rich armour. Whom when Coon,[371] the eldest
born of Antenor, conspicuous amongst men, then beheld, violent grief
darkened his eyes, for his brother having fallen, and he stood aside
with his spear, escaping the notice of noble Agamemnon. And he wounded
him in the middle of the arm, below the elbow, and the point of the
shining spear passed right through to the other side. Then indeed
Agamemnon, the king of men, shuddered; but not even thus did he abstain
from battle or from war, but he rushed upon Coon, holding his
wind-nurtured spear.[372] He on his part was eagerly dragging by the
foot Iphidamas his brother, and begotten by the same father, and was
calling upon every brave man, when [Agamemnon] wounded him with his
polished brazen spear below the bossy shield, whilst dragging him
through the crowd, and relaxed his limbs; and, standing beside him, cut
off his head over Iphidamas. There the sons of Antenor, fulfilling their
destiny at the hands of the king, the son of Atreus, descended to the
abode of Hades. But he was ranging about through the ranks of other men,
with his spear, his sword, and huge stones, whilst the warm blood yet
oozed from his wound. When, however, the wound grew dry, and the blood
ceased [to flow], sharp pains possessed the strength of Atreus's son.
And as when the sharp pang seizes a woman in travail, piercing, which
the Ilithyiae, daughters of Juno, who preside over childbirth, send
forth, keeping bitter pangs in their possession; so did sharp anguish
enter the strength of the son of Atreus. And he sprang into his chariot,
and ordered his charioteer to drive on to the hollow ships; for he was
tortured at heart. And vociferating, he shouted aloud to the Greeks:

"O friends, leaders, and rulers over the Argives, repel ye now the
severe battle from the sea-traversing barks, since provident Jove does
not permit me to combat all day with the Trojans."

[Footnote 370: On this cu