“So spake he, knowing the truth full well, and sorrow seized the hearts of the Trojans. Then AcamasAcAc, as he bestrode his brother, smote with a thrust of his spear the Boeotian PromachusPrPr, who was seeking to drag the body from beneath him by the feet. And over him AcamasAcAc exulted in terrible wise, and cried aloud: Ye Argives, that rage with the bow, insatiate of threatenings,”
Il. 14.475–479
“not for us alone, look you, shall there be toil and woe, but even in like manner shall ye too be slain. Mark how your PromachusPrPr sleepeth, vanquished by my spear, to the end that the blood-price of my brother be not long unpaid. Aye, and for this reason doth a man pray”
Il. 14.480–484
“he shewed it to the Trojans, and spake a word exultingly: Tell, I pray you, ye Trojans, to the dear father and the mother of lordly Ilioneus to make wailing in their halls, for neither will the wife of PromachusPrPr, son of AlegenorAlAl, rejoice in the coming of her dear husband,”
he shewed it to the Trojans, and spake a word exultingly: Tell, I pray you, ye Trojans, to the dear father and the mother of lordly Ilioneus to make wailing in their halls, for neither will the wife of PromachusPrPr, son of AlegenorAlAl, rejoice in the coming of her dear husband,
he shewed it to the Trojans, and spake a word exultingly: Tell, I pray you, ye Trojans, to the dear father and the mother of lordly Ilioneus to make wailing in their halls, for neither will the wife of PromachusPrPr, son of AlegenorAlAl, rejoice in the coming of her dear husband,