Now Pandarus and Bitias stark, Idan Alcanor's seed. They whom Iæra of the woods in Jove's brake nursed with heed, Youths tall as firs or mountain-cliffs that in their country are, The gate their lord hath bid them keep, these freely now unbar, And freely bid the foeman in, trusting to stroke of hand; But they themselves to right and left before the gate-towers stand, Steel-clad, and with their lofty heads crested with glittering gleams; E'en as amid the air of heaven, beside the flowing streams On rim of Padus, or anigh soft Athesis and sweet, Twin oak-trees spring, and tops unshorn uprear the skies to meet, 680 And with their heads high over earth nod ever in the wind. So now the Rutuli fall on when clear the way they find, But Quercens, and Æquicolus the lovely war-clad one, And Tmarus of the headlong soul, and Hæmon, Mavors' son, Must either turn their backs in flight, with all their men of war, Or lay adown their lovèd lives on threshold of the door. Then bitterer waxeth battle-rage in hate-fulfillèd hearts, And there the Trojans draw to head and gather from all parts, Eager to deal in handy strokes, full fierce afield to fare. But as duke Turnus through the fight was raging otherwhere, 690 Confounding folk, there came a man with tidings that the foe, Hot with new death, the door-leaves wide to all incomers throw. Therewith he leaves the work in hand, and, stirred by anger's goad, Against the Dardan gate goes forth, against the brethren proud: There first Antiphates he slew, who fought amid the first, The bastard of Sarpedon tall, by Theban mother nursed. With javelin-cast he laid him low: the Italian cornel flies Through the thin air, pierceth his maw, and 'neath his breast-bone lies Deep down; the hollow wound-cave pours a flood of gore and foam, And warm amid him lies the steel, amid his lung gone home. 700 Then Meropes', and Erymas', Aphidnus' lives he spilled; Then Bitias of the flaming eyes and heart with ire fulfilled;-- Not with the dart, for to no dart his life-breath had he given;-- But whirled and whizzing mightily came on the sling-spear, driven Like lightning-flash; against whose dint two bull-hides nought availed, Nor yet the golden faithful fence of war-coat double-scaled: His fainting limbs fell down afield, and earth gave out a groan, And rang the thunder of his shield huge on his body thrown: E'en as upon Euboean shore of Baiæ falleth whiles A stony pillar, which built up of mighty bonded piles 710 They set amid the sea: suchwise it draggeth mighty wrack Headlong adown, and deep in sea it lieth dashed aback: The seas are blent, black whirl of sand goes up confusedly; And with the noise quakes Prochytas, and quakes Inarimè, The unsoft bed by Jove's command upon Typhoeus laid.