And sometimes on the bellowing shore. On th’ other side, the call Of Mars to fight was terrible, he cried out like a storm, Set on the city’s pinnacles; and there he would inform Sometimes his heart’nings, other times where Simois pours on His silver current at the foot of high Callicolon. And thus the bless’d Gods both sides urg’d; they all stood in the mids, And brake contention to the hosts. And over all their heads The Gods’ King in abhorréd claps his thunder rattled out. Beneath them Neptune toss’d the earth; the mountains round about Bow’d with affright and shook their heads; Jove’s hill the earthquake felt, (Steep Ida) trembling at her roots, and all her fountains spilt, Their brows all crannied; Troy did nod; the Grecian navy play’d As on the sea; th’ Infernal King, that all things frays, was fray’d, And leap’d affrighted from his throne, cried out, lest over him Neptune should rend in two the earth, and so his house, so dim, So loathsome, filthy, and abhorr’d of all the Gods beside, Should open both to Gods and men. Thus all things shook and cried, When this black battle of the Gods was joining. Thus array’d ‘Gainst Neptune, Phœbus with wing’d shafts; ’gainst Mars, the blue-ey’d Maid; ‘Gainst Juno, Phœbe, whose white hands bore singing darts of gold, Her side arm’d with a sheaf of shafts, and (by the birth twofold Of bright Latona) sister twin to Him that shoots so far. Against Latona, Hermes stood, grave guard, in peace and war, Of human beings. ’Gainst the God, whose empire is in fire, The wat’ry Godhead, that great Flood, to show whose pow’r entire In spoil as th’ other, all his stream on lurking whirlpits trod, Xanthus by Gods, by men Scamander, call’d. Thus God ’gainst God Enter’d the field. Æacides sustain’d a fervent mind To cope with Hector; past all these, his spirit stood inclin’d To glut Mars with the blood of him. And at Æacides Apollo sent Anchises’ son; but first he did impress A more than natural strength in him, and made him feel th’ excess Infus’d from heav’n; Lycaon’s shape gave show to his address, (Old Priam’s son) and thus he spake: “Thou counsellor of Troy, Where now fly out those threats that late put all our peers in joy Of thy fight with Æacides? Thy tongue once, steep’d in wine, Durst vaunt as much.” He answer’d him: “But why wouldst thou incline My pow’rs ’gainst that proud enemy, and ’gainst my present heat? I mean not now to bid him blows. That fear sounds my retreat, That heretofore discourag’d me, when after he had ras’d Lyrnessus, and strong Pedasus, his still breath’d fury chas’d Our oxen from th’ Idæan hill, and set on me; but Jove Gave strength and knees, and bore me off, that had not walk’d above This centre now but propp’d by him; Minerva’s hand (that held A light to this her favourite, whose beams show’d and impell’d His pow’rs to spoil) had ruin’d me, for these ears heard her cry: ‘Kill, kill the seed of Ilion, kill th’ Asian Lelegi.’