In savage guise now Dolon stalks arrayed,
With step adventurous o’er the hostile ground:
What Grecian chief shall feel the deadly wound,
While the wolf’s hide conceals his glittering blade?
Weltering first in crimson gore,
May Menelaus rise no more;
Next may the victor, Agamemnon’s head
Bear to Helen, stung with grief
At her affinity to that famed chief
Who in a thousand ships to Troy his squadrons led.