[The next morning the fight is renewed.

"Each chief gave orders to his charioteer
To stay his horses firmly by the trench,
While they rushed forth in arms. At once arose,
Ere yet the sun was up, a mighty din.
They marshalled by the trench the men on foot;
The horse came after, with short space between."

Eurypylus is wounded, and on his return from the scene
of battle is met by Patroclus, " Menœtius' valiant son," who
carries him to his tent and ministers to him.

"A servant spread,
Upon his entering, hides to form a couch;
And there Patroclus laid him down and cut
The rankling arrow from his thigh, and shed
Warm water on the wound to cleanse away
The purple blood, and last applied a root
Of bitter flavor to assuage the smart,
Bruising it first within his palms."

We omit Book XI, containing this story, and resume the
narrative with Book XII.]

THUS in the camp Menœtius' valiant son
Tended Eurypylus, and dressed his wounds;
While yet in mingled throngs the warriors fought, --
Trojans and Greeks. Nor longer was the trench
A barrier for the Greeks, nor the broad wall
Which they had built above it to defend
Their fleet; for all around it they had drawn
The trench, yet not with chosen hecatombs
Paid to the gods, that so it might protect

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