Lo, here, Orsilochus, too faint with fear To meet fierce Remulus, a distant dart Hurls at his steed.

Beneath the charger's ear The shaft stands fixt; the beast, with sudden start, His breast erect, and maddened by the smart, Rears up, and flings his rider to the ground.
Here brave Iolas, from his friends apart, Catillus slew; Herminius next he found, Large-hearted, large of limb, and eke in arms renowned.
LXXXII.

Bare is his head, with auburn locks aglow, And bare his shoulders.

Wounds to him are vain; Tower-like he stands, defenceless to the foe.
Through his broad chest the javelin, urged amain, Pierced him, and quivered, and he writhed with pain, His giant form bent double.

Far and nigh The dark blood pours in torrents on the plain, As, dealing havoc with the sword, they vie, And, courting wounds, rush on, a warrior's death to die.
LXXXIII.