might?
But come hither, my friend, stand by me; for surely it will be a
disgrace if indeed crest-tossing Hector take the ships."

Him then valiant Diomede, answering, addressed: "I indeed will remain,
and be courageous; although there will be little use[375] for us, since
cloud-compelling Jove chooses to give glory to the Trojans rather than
to us."

[Footnote 373: Or "serenizing, causing a clear sky." Heyne
compares "albus notus," in Horace. But see Kennedy.]

[Footnote 374: Neuter of the Ionic adjective [Greek: trophis=megas,
eytraphes].]

[Footnote 375: Hesychius: [Greek: Edos' edone, ka ophelos].]

He said, and hurled Thymbraeus from his chariot to the ground, striking
him with his spear upon the left pap; but Ulysses [slew] Molion, the
godlike attendant of the king. These then they left, since they caused
them to cease from war. Then both, advancing through the multitude,
excited confusion; as when two boars, full of courage, rush upon the
hounds; so they returning to the fight, cut down the Trojans; and the
Greeks joyfully gained a respite, avoiding noble Hector. Next they took
a chariot and two warriors, the bravest of the people, the two sons of
Percosian Merops, who above all was skilled in augury, nor would permit
his sons to march to the man-destroying war: yet did they not obey him,
because the destinies of black death led them on. Them spear-renowned
Diomede, the son of Tydeus, depriving of life and breath, despoiled of
their splendid armour. And Ulysses slew Hippodamus and Hyperochus.

Then the son of Saturn, looking down from Ida, stretched for them the
contest with equal tension, and they slaughtered one another. The son of
Tydeus indeed wounded on the hip, with his spear, the hero Agastrophus,
son of Paeon; for his horses were not at hand for him to take flight; but
he had erred greatly in his mind, for his attendant kept them apart,
whilst he rushed on foot through the foremost combatants, till he lost
his life. But Hector quickly perceived it along the ranks, and hastened
towards them, shouting; and with him followed the phalanxes of the
Trojans. Diomede, brave in the din of battle, beholding him, shuddered,
and immediately addressed Ulysses, who was near:

"Towards us is this great destruction, dreadful Hector, now rolled. But
come, let us stand firm, and awaiting, repulse [him]."

He said, and brandishing his long-shadowed spear, hurled it, and smote
him on the summit of the