"Reach me my shafts: not one in vain my right hand now shall speed Against Rutulians, of all those that erst in Ilian mead Stood in the bodies of the Greeks." Then caught he a great spear And cast it, and it flew its ways the brazen shield to shear Of Mæon, breaking through his mail, breaking his breast withal: Alcanor is at hand therewith, to catch his brother's fall With his right hand; but through his arm the spear without a stay Flew hurrying on, and held no less its straight and bloody way, 340 And by the shoulder-nerves the hand hung down all dead and vain. Then Numitor, his brother's spear caught from his brother slain, Falls on Æneas; yet to smite the mighty one in face No hap he had, but did the thigh of great Achates graze. Clausus of Cures, trusting well in his young body's might, Now cometh, and with stiff-wrought spear from far doth Dryops smite Beneath the chin; home went its weight, and midst his shouting's birth From rent throat snatched both voice and life, and prone he smote the ear And from his mouth abundantly shed forth the flood of gore. Three Thracians also, men whose stem from Boreas came of yore, 350 Three whom their father Idas sent, and Ismara their land, In various wise he fells. And now Halesus comes to hand, And his Aruncans: Neptune's seed now cometh thrusting in, Messapus, excellent of horse. Hard strife the field to win! On this side and on that they play about Ausonia's door. As whiles within the mighty heaven the winds are making war, And equal heart they have thereto, and equal might they wield: Yields none to none, nor yields the rack, nor aught the waters yield; Long hangs the battle; locked they stand, all things are striving then: Not otherwise the Trojan host and host of Latin men 360 Meet foot to foot, and man to man, close pressing in the fray. But in another place, where erst the torrent in its way Had driven the rolling rocks along and torn trees of the banks, Did Pallas see the Arcadian folk, unused to fight in ranks Of footmen, turn their backs before the Latins in the chase, Since they forsooth had left their steeds for roughness of the place: Wherefore he did the only deed that failing Fortune would, Striving with prayers and bitter words to make their valour good: