And hath heard of Aias Telamon’s scion, and Aias’ sire.
Him did Alkmena’s son, to requite Laomedon’s lie,
Lead with his warriors of Tiryns, an ally whose soul was afire
For the joy of the harness of battle, in galleys led him to Troy,
To the land of heroes’ travail. So Pergamus-city was laid
In the dust by Heracles’ might. Thereafter, with Telamon’s aid,
The tribes of the Meropes slew he, against him in battle arrayed,
And the herdman huge as a mountain, Alkyoneus, whom he found
In Phlegra, and spared not his bowstring’s thunder-clanging rebound.