Asbutes, Sybaris and Chloreus bleed, Dares the bold, Orsilochus the brave, Thymoetes, pitched from off his plunging steed.
As on the AEgean when the North-winds rave, And the fierce gale rolls shoreward wave on wave, And drives the cloud-rack through the sky; so these Shrank back from Turnus, as his path he clave, Urged by his impulse, and each turns and flees; Loose streams his horsehair crest, blown backward by the breeze.
XLVIII.

His fiery onset, and his shouts of pride Bold Phlegeus brooked not, but himself he flung Before the car, and caught and turned aside The foaming steeds.

But while, thus dragged along, Grasping the bridle, on the yoke he hung, His shieldless side the broad-tipt javelin found, And pierced, and, staying, to the corslet clung, With linen folds and brazen links twice bound.
And lightly scored the skin, and grazed him with the wound.
XLIX.

His shield before him, at the foe he made, And drew his short sword, turning sharply round, And trusted to the naked steel for aid, When wheel and axle, urged with onward bound, Struck down and dashed him headlong to the ground, And Turnus, reaching forward, sword in hand, Room 'twixt the hauberk and the helmet found And lopped the head with his avenging brand, And left the bleeding trunk to welter on the sand.
L.

While Turnus thus dealt havoc as he flew, Back with AEneas from the combat went Ascanius, Mnestheus, and Achates true, And helped the bleeding hero to his tent.
Faltering and pale, as on the spear he leant, Fretting, and tugging at the shaft in vain, Quick help he summons,--with the broadsword's rent The wound to widen, and the lurking bane Cut out, and send him back to battle on the plain.
LI.