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“but was slain beneath the hands of the son of Aeacus, swift of foot, in the river, where Achilles was making havoc of the Trojans and the others as well. And Phorcys and godlike AscaniusAsAs led the Phrygians from afar, from Ascania, and were eager to fight in the press of battle. And the Maeonians had captains twain, MesthlesMeMe and AntiphusAnAn,”

“crying a great cry, and shewed himself before the eyes of all, flashing in the armour of the great-souled son of Peleus. And going to and fro he spake and heartened each man, MesthlesMeMe and Glaucus and MedonMeMe and Thersilochus and AsteropaeusAsAs and DeisenorDeDe and HippothousHiHi and Phorcys and Chroraius and Ennomus, the augur—these he heartened, and spake to them winged words:”

“and clean through passed the point of bronze, and came out beneath the base of the shoulder. And he fell with a thud, and upon him his armour clanged. And Aias in his turn smote wise-hearted Phorcys, son of PhaenopsPhPh, full upon the belly as he bestrode HippothousHiHi, and he brake the plate of his corselet,”

“and the bronze let forth the bowels there-through; and he fell in the dust and clutched the earth in his palm. Thereat the foremost fighters and glorious Hector gave ground, and the Argives shouted aloud, and drew off the dead, even Phorcys and Hippothous, and set them to strip the armour from their shoulders. Then would the Trojans have been driven again by the Achaeans,”