Meanwhile Apollo view’d with envious eyes, And urged great Hector to dispute the prize; (In Mentes’ shape, beneath whose martial care The rough Ciconians learn’d the trade of war;)[247] “Forbear (he cried) with fruitless speed to chase Achilles’ coursers, of ethereal race; They stoop not, these, to mortal man’s command, Or stoop to none but great Achilles’ hand. Too long amused with a pursuit so vain, Turn, and behold the brave Euphorbus slain; By Sparta slain! for ever now suppress’d The fire which burn’d in that undaunted breast!”