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Rh Upon his ample shoulders

Clangs loud the fourfold shield,

And in his hand he shakes the brand

Which none but he can wield.

He smiled on those bold Romans,

A smile serene and high;

He eyed the flinching Tuscans,

And scorn was in his eye.

Quoth he: "The she-wolf's litter

Stand savagely at bay;

But will ye dare to follow,

If Astur clears the way?"

Then, whirling up his broadsword

With both hands to the height,

He rushed against Horatius,

And smote with all his might.

With shield and blade Horatius

Right deftly turned the blow.

The blow, though turned, came yet too nigh

It missed his helm, but gashed his thigh:

The Tuscans raised a joyful cry

To see the red blood flow.

He reeled, and on Herminius

He leaned one breathing space;

Then, like a wildcat mad with wounds,

Sprang right at Astur's face.

Through teeth, and skull, and helmet,

So fierce a thrust he sped,

The good sword stood a handbreadth out

Behind the Tuscan's head.