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979—985 And hides of oxen on the floor displayed:

There stretched at length the wounded hero lay;

Patroclus cut the forky steel away.

Then in his hands a bitter root he bruised;

The wound he washed, the styptic juice infused;

The closing flesh that instant ceased to glow,

The wound to torture, and the blood to flow.