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132 And, for the flashes of the levin-bolt,

He holds them harmless as the noontide rays.

Mark, too, the symbol on his shield—a man

Scornfully weaponless but torch in hand,

And the flame glows within his grasp, prepared

For ravin: lo, the legend, wrought in words,

Fire for the city bring I, flares in gold!

Against such wight, send forth—yet whom? what man

Will front that vaunting figure and not fear?

Aha, this profits also, gain on gain!

In sooth, for mortals, the tongue's utterance

Bewrays unerringly a foolish pride!

Hither stalks Capaneus, with vaunt and threat

Defying god-like powers, equipt to act,

And, mortal though he be, he strains his tongue

In folly's ecstasy, and casts aloft

High swelling words against the ears of Zeus.

Right well I trust—if justice grants the word—

That, by the might of Zeus, a bolt of flame

In more than semblance shall descend on him.

Against his vaunts, though reckless, I have set,

To make assurance sure, a warrior stern—

Strong Polyphontes, fervid for the fray;—

A sturdy bulwark, he, by grace of Heaven

And favour of his champion Artemis!

Say on, who holdeth the next gate in ward?

Perish the wretch whose vaunt affronts our home!

On him the red bolt come,

Ere to the maiden bowers his way he cleave,

To ravage and bereave!