Liris anon and Pagasus she slew, One, flung to earth, and gathering up the rein, His charger stabbed, the other, as he flew To aid, and reached his helpless hands in vain, Amastrus, son of Hippotas, was slain; Harpalycus, Demophoon, as they fled, The dread spear caught, and stretched upon the plain, Tereus and Chromis.

For each shaft that sped, Launched from her maiden hand, a Phrygian foe lay dead.
LXXXVII.

On Iapygian steed, in arms unknown, Rode Ornytus, the huntsman.

A rough hide, Stript from a bullock, o'er his back was thrown.
A wolf's huge jaws, with glittering teeth, supplied His helmet, and a rustic pike he plied.
Him, as he towered, the tallest in the fray, Wheeling his steed, Camilla unespied Caught--in the rout 'twas easy--and her prey Pinned, with unpitying spear, and jeered him as he lay.
LXXXVIII.

"Ha, Tuscan! thought'st thou 'twas the chase?
Thy day Hath come; a woman shall thy vaunts belie.
Yet take this glory to the grave, and say 'Twas I, the great Camilla, made thee die." She spake, and smote Orsilochus close by, And Butes, hugest of the Trojan crew.
First Butes falls; just where the neck doth lie, 'Twixt casque and corslet, naked to the view, And leftward droops the shield, the fatal barb goes through.
LXXXIX.