rew off the bodies, both Phorcys and Hippothous, and they
loosed the armour from their shoulders.

[Footnote 555: Schol. Apoll. Rhod. i. 11: [Greek: Ton potamon oi
symballontes topoi te thalasse prochoai legontai], where he
quotes this instance from Homer.]

[Footnote 556: See iii. 372, "the part of the helmet in which the
crest was inserted--unless [Greek: ailon] be taken
metaphorically, and by [Greek: par' aulon] be meant the _stream_
of blood, as from a pipe."--Oxford Transl.]

Then again would the Trojans, [routed] by the warlike Greeks, have gone
up to Ilium, subdued through cowardice; but the Argives on their part,
by their valour and might, would have obtained glory, even contrary to
the destined will of Jove, had not Apollo himself excited AEneas, in body
like unto Periphas the herald, son of Epytis, who knowing prudent
counsels in his mind, had grown old, as a herald, with his aged sire.
Assimilating himself to him, Apollo, the son of Jove, addressed him:

"O AEneas, how could ye preserve lofty Ilium against the deity, since I
behold these other men relying on their bravery, and might, and valour,
and their number, and possessing a dauntless host? Yet Jove wills the
victory to us, rather than to the Danai; yet ye greatly tremble, nor
fight."

Thus he spoke; but AEneas, seeing him before him, recognized far-darting
Apollo; and loudly shouting, addressed Hector:

"O Hector, and ye other leaders of the Trojans and allies, this now
indeed is a shame, that we, subdued by cowardice, should go up to Ilium,
[driven] by the warlike Achaeans. For already even now some one of the
gods, having stood near to me, declared that Jove, the highest
counsellor, is an ally of the battle [to us]. Wherefore let us go direct
against the Greeks, nor let them quietly move the dead Patroclus to the
ships."

Thus he spoke, and then springing forth, stood far before the front
ranks. But they rallied, and stood opposed to the Greeks. Then AEneas
wounded with his spear Leocritus, son of Arisbas, the brave companion of
Lycomedes. Him falling, warlike Lycomedes pitied, and advancing very
near, he stood, and hurled with his shining spear, and struck Apisaon,
the son of Hippasis, shepherd of the people, in the liver, beneath the
diaphragm, and immediately relaxed his limbs. He had come from fertile
Paeonia, and next to Asteropaeus, was the bravest to fight. Warlike
Asteropaeus pitied him-fallen, and he rushed forwar