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Rh And Arime, by Jove's behest

Firm fixed on Typhon's monster breast.

Now Mars omnipotent imparts

Fresh vigour to the Latian hearts,

While on the Trojan band

Dark fear he sends and coward flight:

The Italians claim the proffered fight,

And fury nerves each hand.

When Pandarus saw his brother slain

And knew the tide had ebbed again,

He sets his shoulders to the gate

And backward rolls the enormous weight,

Leaving in miserable rout

Full many a hapless friend shut out,

While others through the entrance pour,

And saved from carnage, breathe once more.

Fond fool! amidst the noise and din

He saw not Turnus rushing in,

But closed him in the embattled hold,

A tiger in a helpless fold.

From those fierce eyes new terrors blaze;

His arms around him clash:

The red plume on his helmet plays,

And from his shield reflected rays

Like living lightning flash.

At once the trembling Trojans know

The dreaded presence of their foe:

But Pandarus onward flies:

In his proud breast his brother's fate

Awakes the flames of rage and hate,

And thus in scorn he cries:

'Not this Amata's promised dower,

Your royal dome, your bridal bower,

Nor Ardea's native town enthralls

Her Turnus in her friendly walls: