Now Mars armipotent the Latins lends Fresh heart and strength, but Fear and black Dismay And Flight upon the Teucrian troops he sends.
From right and left they hurry to the fray, And o'er each spirit comes the War-God's sway.
But when brave Pandarus saw his brother's fate, And marked the swerving fortune of the day, He set his broad-built shoulders to the gate; The groaning hinges yield, and backward rolls the weight.
XCIII.

Full many a friend without the camp he leaves, Sore straitened in the combat; these, the rest, Saved like himself, he rescues and receives.
Madman! who, blind to Turnus, as he pressed Among them, made the dreaded foe his guest.
Fierce as a tiger in the fold, he preys.
Loud ring his arms; his helmet's blood-red crest Waves wide; strange terrors from his eyes outblaze, And on his dazzling shield the living lightning plays.
XCIV.

That hated form, those giant limbs too plain The Trojans see, and stand aghast with fear.
Then, fired with fury for his brother slain, Forth leaping, shouts huge Pandarus with a jeer, "No Queen Amata's bridal halls are here; No Ardea this; around the camps the foe.
No flight for thee." He, smiling, calm of cheer, "Come, if thou durst; full soon shall Priam know Thou too hast found a new Achilles to thy woe." XCV.

He spake.

Then Pandarus a javelin threw, Cased in its bark, with hardened knots and dried.
The breezes caught the missile as it flew; Saturnian Juno turned the point aside, And fixed it in the gate.