To him the king: “Oh Ajax, oh my friend! Haste, and Patroclus’ loved remains defend: The body to Achilles to restore Demands our care; alas, we can no more! For naked now, despoiled of arms, he lies; And Hector glories in the dazzling prize.” He said, and touch’d his heart. The raging pair Pierced the thick battle, and provoke the war. Already had stern Hector seized his head, And doom’d to Trojan gods the unhappy dead; But soon as Ajax rear’d his tower-like shield, Sprung to his car, and measured back the field, His train to Troy the radiant armour bear, To stand a trophy of his fame in war.