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422 Again he hurls his spear, and sends

Asbytes to rejoin his friends:

And Chloreus, Dares, Sybaris,

The ground in quick succession kiss;

Thersilochus, Thymœtes too,

Whose restiff steed his rider threw.

As when the northwind's tyrant stress

Makes loud the Ægæan roar,

Still following on the waves that press

Tumultuous to the shore,

Where drives the gale, the cloud-rack flies

In wild confusion o'er the skies:

So wheresoe'er through all the field

Comes Turnus on, whole squadrons yield,

Turn, and resist no more:

The impulse bears him as he goes,

And 'gainst the wind his plumage flows.

With shame and anger Phegeus saw

The chief's insulting pride:

He meets the car, and strives to draw

The steeds' proud necks aside.

There, dragged as to the yoke he clings,

The spear his side has found,

Bursts through the corslet's plaited rings,

And prints a surface wound:

Shifting his shield, he threats the foe,

His sword plucks out, and aims a blow:

When the fierce wheels with onward bound

Dislodge and dash him to the ground:

And Turnus' weaponed hand,

Stretched from the car, the head has reft

Where helm and breastplate meet, and left

The trunk upon the sand.

While Turnus heaps the plain with dead,

Æneas, with Achates tried