Therefore, my friend, you too shall die.

Why should you whine in this way?
Patroclus fell, and he was a better man than you are.

I too--see you not how I am great and goodly?
I am son to a noble father, and have a goddess for my mother, but the hands of doom and death overshadow me all as surely.

The day will come, either at dawn or dark, or at the noontide, when one shall take my life also in battle, either with his spear, or with an arrow sped from his bow." Thus did he speak, and Lycaon's heart sank within him.

He loosed his hold of the spear, and held out both hands before him; but Achilles drew his keen blade, and struck him by the collar-bone on his neck; he plunged his two-edged sword into him to the very hilt, whereon he lay at full length on the ground, with the dark blood welling from him till the earth was soaked.