Ἄξυλον δ' ὰρ ἔπεφνε βοὴν ἀγαθὸς Διομήδης
Τευθρανίδην: ὃς, ἔναιεν ἐϋκτιμένῃ ἐν Ἀρίσβῃ
ἀφνειὸς βιότοιο: φίλος δ' ἦν ἀνθρώποισι:
πάντας γὰρ φιλέεσκεν. ὁδῷ ἔπι οἰκίᾳ ναίων:
ἀλλά οἱ οὔ τις τόν γε τότ' ήρκεσε λυγρὸν ὄλεθρον
πρόσθεν ὑπαντιάσας: ἀλλ`' ἄμφω θυμὸν ἀπήύρα
αὐτὸν καὶ θεράποντα Καλήσιον. ὅς, ῥα τοθ' ἵππων
ἔσκεν ὑφ' ἡνίοχος. τὼ δ' ἄμφω γαῖαν ἐδύτην:
And Diomedes, good at the war-cry, slew Axylus, Teuthras' son, that dwelt in well-built Arisbe, a man rich in substance, that was beloved of all men; for he dwelt in a home by the high-road and was wont to give entertainment to all. Howbeit of all these was there not one on this day to meet the foe before his face, and ward from him woeful destruction; but Diomedes robbed the twain of life, himself and his squire Calesius, that was then the driver of his car; so they two passed beneath the earth.
