BOOK XVI.
Fire being now thrown on the ship of Protesilaus, Patroclus fights in the armour of Achilles--He drives the Trojans back, but is in the end killed by Euphorbus and Hector.
THUS did they fight about the ship of Protesilaus.

Then Patroclus drew near to Achilles with tears welling from his eyes, as from some spring whose crystal stream falls over the ledges of a high precipice.

When Achilles saw him thus weeping he was sorry for him and said, "Why, Patroclus, do you stand there weeping like some silly child that comes running to her mother, and begs to be taken up and carried--she catches hold of her mother's dress to stay her though she is in a hurry, and looks tearfully up until her mother carries her--even such tears, Patroclus, are you now shedding.

Have you anything to say to the Myrmidons or to myself?
or have you had news from Phthia which you alone know?
They tell me Menoetius son of Actor is still alive, as also Peleus son of Aeacus, among the Myrmidons--men whose loss we two should bitterly deplore; or are you grieving about the Argives and the way in which they are being killed at the ships, through their own high-handed doings?
Do not hide anything from me but tell me that both of us may know about it." Then, O knight Patroclus, with a deep sigh you answered, "Achilles, son of Peleus, foremost champion of the Achaeans, do not be angry, but I weep for the disaster that has now befallen the Argives.

All those who have been their champions so far are lying at the ships, wounded by sword or spear.