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Rh First fell Eunæus, Clytius' heir:

His breast, unguarded left and bare,

Receives the lance's wound:

He vomits forth a crimson flood,

Writhes dying round the fatal wood,

And bites the bloody ground.

Then Pagasus and Liris bleed:

One, tumbled from his wounded steed,

Is gathering up the rein,

One strives his helpless hand to reach

To his fallen friend; that moment each

Lies prostrate on the plain.

With these, the tale of death to swell,

Hippotades Amastrus fell:

Then as in wildering rout they run

She bids her darts pursue

Harpalycus, Demophoon,

Tereus and Chromis too:

A Phrygian mother mourned her son

For every lance that flew.

Afar in unknown arms equipped

See Ornytus the hunter ride

On Iapygian steed: a hide

Enswathes him round, from bullock stripped;

A wolf's grim jaws, whose white teeth grin,

Clasp like a helmet brow and chin:

A club like curving sheep-hook planned

In rustic fashion arms his hand;

On high he lifts his lofty crest

That towers conspicuous o'er the rest.

Hampered by helpless disarray

She catches him, an easy prey,

Transfixes, and in bitter strain

Contemptuously insults the slain:

'Tuscan, you deemed us beasts of chase

That fly before the hunter's face: