Metamorphoses (Books I-XIV)
The Skirmish between the Centaurs and Lapithites
12:292 Now brave Perithous, bold Ixion's son,
12:293 The love of fair Hippodame had won.
12:294 The cloud-begotten race, half men, half beast,
12:295 Invited, came to grace the nuptial feast:
12:296 In a cool cave's recess the treat was made,
12:297 Whose entrance, trees with spreading boughs o'er-shade
12:298 They sate: and summon'd by the bridegroom, came,
12:299 To mix with those, the Lapythaean name:
12:300 Nor wanted I: the roofs with joy resound:
12:301 And Hymen, Io Hymen, rung around.
12:302 Rais'd altars shone with holy fires; the bride,
12:303 Lovely her self (and lovely by her side
12:304 A bevy of bright nymphs, with sober grace),
12:305 Came glitt'ring like a star, and took her place.
12:306 Her heav'nly form beheld, all wish'd her joy;
12:307 And little wanted; but in vain, their wishes all employ.
12:308 For one, most brutal, of the brutal brood,
12:309 Or whether wine, or beauty fir'd his blood,
12:310 Or both at once, beheld with lustful eyes
12:311 The bride; at once resolv'd to make his prize.
12:312 Down went the board; and fastning on her hair,
12:313 He seiz'd with sudden force the frighted fair.
12:314 'Twas Eurytus began: his bestial kind
12:315 His crime pursu'd; and each as pleas'd his mind,
12:316 Or her, whom chance presented, took: the feast
12:317 An image of a taken town express'd.
12:318 The cave resounds with female shrieks; we rise,
12:319 Mad with revenge to make a swift reprise:
12:320 And Theseus first, What phrenzy has possess'd,
12:321 O Eurytus, he cry'd, thy brutal breast,
12:322 To wrong Perithous, and not him alone,
12:323 But while I live, two friends conjoyn'd in one?
12:324 To justifie his threat, he thrusts aside
12:325 The crowd of centaurs; and redeems the bride:
12:326 The monster nought reply'd: for words were vain,
12:327 And deeds cou'd only deeds unjust maintain;
12:328 But answers with his hand, and forward press'd,
12:329 With blows redoubled, on his face, and breast.
12:330 An ample goblet stood, of antick mold,
12:331 And rough with figures of the rising gold;
12:332 The hero snatch'd it up, and toss'd in air
12:333 Full at the front of the foul ravisher.
12:334 He falls; and falling vomits forth a flood
12:335 Of wine, and foam, and brains, and mingled blood.
12:336 Half roaring, and half neighing through the hall,
12:337 Arms, arms, the double-form'd with fury call;
12:338 To wreak their brother's death: a medley-flight
12:339 Of bowls, and jars, at first supply the fight,
12:340 Once instruments of feasts; but now of Fate;
12:341 Wine animates their rage, and arms their hate.
12:342 Bold Amycus, from the robb'd vestry brings
12:343 The chalices of Heav'n; and holy things
12:344 Of precious weight: a sconce that hung on high,
12:345 With tapers fill'd, to light the sacristy,
12:346 Torn from the cord, with his unhallow'd hand
12:347 He threw amid the Lapythaean band.
12:348 On Celadon the ruin fell; and left
12:349 His face of feature, and of form bereft:
12:350 So, when some brawny sacrificer knocks,
12:351 Before an altar led, an offer'd ox,
12:352 His eyes-balls rooted out, are thrown to ground;
12:353 His nose, dismantled, in his mouth is found;
12:354 His jaws, cheeks, front, one undistinguish'd wound.
12:355 This, Belates, th' avenger, cou'd not brook;
12:356 But, by the foot, a maple board he took;
12:357 And hurl'd at Amycus; his chin it bent
12:358 Against his chest, and down the centaur sent:
12:359 Whom sputtring bloody teeth, the second blow
12:360 Of his drawn sword, dispatch'd to shades below.
12:361 Grineus was near; and cast a furious look
12:362 On the side-altar, cens'd with sacred smoke,
12:363 And bright with flaming fires; The Gods, he cry'd,
12:364 Have with their holy trade our hands supply'd:
12:365 Why use we not their gifts? Then from the floor
12:366 An altar stone he heav'd, with all the load it bore:
12:367 Altar, and altar's freight together slew,
12:368 Where thickest throng'd the Lapythaean crew:
12:369 And, at once, Broteas and Oryus flew.
12:370 Oryus' mother, Mycale, was known
12:371 Down from her sphere to draw the lab'ring moon.
12:372 Exadius cry'd, Unpunish'd shall not go
12:373 This fact, if arms are found against the foe.
12:374 He look'd about, where on a pine were spread
12:375 The votive horns of a stag's branching head:
12:376 At Grineus these he throws; so just they fly,
12:377 That the sharp antlers stuck in either eye:
12:378 Breathless, and blind he fell; with blood besmear'd;
12:379 His eye-balls beaten out, hung dangling on his beard.
12:380 Fierce Rhoetus, from the hearth a burning brand
12:381 Selects, and whirling waves; 'till, from his hand
12:382 The fire took flame; then dash'd it from the right,
12:383 On fair Charaxus' temples, near the sight:
12:384 The whistling pest came on, and pierc'd the bone,
12:385 And caught the yellow hair, that shrivel'd while it shone.
12:386 Caught, like dry stubble fir'd; or like seerwood;
12:387 Yet from the wound ensu'd no purple flood;
12:388 But look'd a bubbling mass of frying blood.
12:389 His blazing locks sent forth a crackling sound;
12:390 And hiss'd, like red hot ir'n within the smithy drown'd.
12:391 The wounded warrior shook his flaming hair,
12:392 Then (what a team of horse could hardly rear)
12:393 He heaves the threshold stone, but could not throw;
12:394 The weight itself forbad the threaten'd blow;
12:395 Which dropping from his lifted arms, came down
12:396 Full on Cometes' head; and crush'd his crown.
12:397 Nor Rhoetus then retain'd his joy; but said,
12:398 So by their fellows may our foes be sped;
12:399 Then, with redoubled strokes he plies his head:
12:400 The burning lever not deludes his pains:
12:401 But drives the batter'd skull within the brains.
12:402 Thus flush'd, the conqueror, with force renew'd,
12:403 Evagrus, Dryas, Corythus, pursu'd:
12:404 First, Corythus, with downy cheeks, he slew;
12:405 Whose fall, when fierce Evagrus had in view,
12:406 He cry'd, What palm is from a beardless prey?
12:407 Rhoetus prevents what more he had to say;
12:408 And drove within his mouth the fi'ry death,
12:409 Which enter'd hissing in, and choak'd his breath.
12:410 At Dryas next he flew: but weary chance,
12:411 No longer wou'd the same success advance.
12:412 For while he whirl'd in fiery circles round
12:413 The brand, a sharpen'd stake strong Dryas found;
12:414 And in the shoulder's joint inflicts the wound.
12:415 The weapon stuck; which, roaring out with pain,
12:416 He drew; nor longer durst the fight maintain,
12:417 But turn'd his back, for fear; and fled amain.
12:418 With him fled Orneus, with like dread possess'd,
12:419 Thaumas, and Medon wounded in the breast;
12:420 And Mermeros, in the late race renown'd,
12:421 Now limping ran, and tardy with his wound.
12:422 Pholus, and Melaneus from fight withdrew,
12:423 And Abas maim'd, who boars encountring slew:
12:424 And Augur Asbolos, whose art in vain,
12:425 From fight dissuaded the four-footed train,
12:426 Now beat the hoof with Nessus on the plain;
12:427 But to his fellow cry'd, Be safely slow,
12:428 Thy death deferr'd is due to great Alcides' bow.
12:429 Mean-time strong Dryas urg'd his chance so well,
12:430 That Lycidas, Areos, Imbreus fell;
12:431 All, one by one, and fighting face to face:
12:432 Crenaeus fled, to fall with more disgrace:
12:433 For, fearful, while he look'd behind, he bore,
12:434 Betwixt his nose, and front, the blow before.
12:435 Amid the noise, and tumult of the fray,
12:436 Snoring, and drunk with wine, Aphidas lay.
12:437 Ev'n then the bowl within his hand he kept,
12:438 And on a bear's rough hide securely slept.
12:439 Him Phorbas with his flying dart transfix'd;
12:440 Take thy next draught, with Stygian waters mix'd,
12:441 And sleep thy fill, th' insulting victor cry'd;
12:442 Surpriz'd with death unfelt, the centaur dy'd;
12:443 The ruddy vomit, as he breath'd his soul
12:444 Repass'd his throat, and fill'd his empty bowl.
12:445 I saw Petraeus' arms employ'd around
12:446 A well-grown oak, to root it from the ground.
12:447 This way, and that, he wrench'd the fibrous bands;
12:448 The trunk was like a sappling, in his hands,
12:449 And still obey'd the bent: while thus he stood,
12:450 Perithous' dart drove on; and nail'd him to the wood;
12:451 Lycus, and Chromis fell, by him oppress'd:
12:452 Helops, and Dictis added to the rest
12:453 A nobler palm: Helops, through either ear
12:454 Transfix'd, receiv'd the penetrating spear.
12:455 This Dictis saw; and, seiz'd with sudden fright,
12:456 Leapt headlong from the hill of steepy height;
12:457 And crush'd an ash beneath, that cou'd not bear his weight.
12:458 The shatter'd tree receives his fall; and strikes,
12:459 Within his full-blown paunch, the sharpen'd spikes.
12:460 Strong Aphareus had heav'd a mighty stone,
12:461 The fragment of a rock; and wou'd have thrown;
12:462 But Theseus, with a club of harden'd oak,
12:463 The cubit-bone of the bold centaur broke;
12:464 And left him maim'd; nor seconded the stroke.
12:465 Then leapt on tall Bianor's back (who bore
12:466 No mortal burden but his own, before);
12:467 Press'd with his knees his sides; the double man,
12:468 His speed with spurs increas'd, unwilling ran.
12:469 One hand the hero fastn'd on his locks;
12:470 His other ply'd him with repeated strokes.
12:471 The club rung round his ears, and batter'd brows;
12:472 He falls; and lashing up his heels, his rider throws.
12:473 The same Herculean arms, Nedymnus wound;
12:474 And lay by him Lycotas on the ground,
12:475 And Hippasus, whose beard his breast invades;
12:476 And Ripheus, haunter of the woodland shades:
12:477 And Thereus, us'd with mountain-bears to strive,
12:478 And from their dens to draw th' indignant beasts alive.
12:479 Demoleon cou'd not bear this hateful sight,
12:480 Or the long fortune of th' Athenian knight:
12:481 But pull'd with all his force, to disengage
12:482 From Earth a pine, the product of an age:
12:483 The root stuck fast: the broken trunk he sent
12:484 At Theseus; Theseus frustrates his intent,
12:485 And leaps aside; by Pallas warn'd, the blow
12:486 To shun (for so he said; and we believ'd it so).
12:487 Yet not in vain th' enormous weight was cast;
12:488 Which Crantor's body sunder'd at the waist:
12:489 Thy father's 'squire, Achilles, and his care;
12:490 Whom conquer'd in the Polopeian war,
12:491 Their king, his present ruin to prevent,
12:492 A pledge of peace implor'd, to Peleus sent.
12:493 Thy sire, with grieving eyes, beheld his Fate;
12:494 And cry'd, Not long, lov'd Crantor, shalt thou wait
12:495 Thy vow'd revenge. At once he said, and threw
12:496 His ashen-spear; which quiver'd, as it flew;
12:497 With all his force, and all his soul apply'd;
12:498 The sharp point enter'd in the centaur's side:
12:499 Both hands, to wrench it out, the monster join'd;
12:500 And wrench'd it out; but left the steel behind;
12:501 Stuck in his lungs it stood: inrag'd he rears
12:502 His hoofs, and down to ground thy father bears.
12:503 Thus trampled under foot, his shield defends
12:504 His head; his other hand the lance portends.
12:505 Ev'n while he lay extended on the dust,
12:506 He sped the centaur, with one single thrust.
12:507 Two more his lance before transfix'd from far;
12:508 And two, his sword had slain, in closer war.
12:509 To these was added Dorylas, who spread
12:510 A bull's two goring horns around his head.
12:511 With these he push'd; in blood already dy'd,
12:512 Him fearless, I approach'd; and thus defy'd:
12:513 Now, monster, now, by proof it shall appear,
12:514 Whether thy horns are sharper, or my spear.
12:515 At this, I threw: for want of other ward,
12:516 He lifted up his hand, his front to guard.
12:517 His hand it pass'd; and fix'd it to his brow:
12:518 Loud shouts of ours attend the lucky blow.
12:519 Him Peleus finish'd, with a second wound,
12:520 Which thro' the navel pierc'd: he reel'd around;
12:521 And dragg'd his dangling bowels on the ground.
12:522 Trod what he drag'd; and what he trod, he crush'd:
12:523 And to his mother-Earth, with empty belly, rush'd.
Metamorphoses (Books I-XIV)
The Skirmish between the Centaurs and Lapithites
12:292 Now brave Perithous, bold Ixion's son,
12:293 The love of fair Hippodame had won.
12:294 The cloud-begotten race, half men, half beast,
12:295 Invited, came to grace the nuptial feast:
12:296 In a cool cave's recess the treat was made,
12:297 Whose entrance, trees with spreading boughs o'er-shade
12:298 They sate: and summon'd by the bridegroom, came,
12:299 To mix with those, the Lapythaean name:
12:300 Nor wanted I: the roofs with joy resound:
12:301 And Hymen, Io Hymen, rung around.
12:302 Rais'd altars shone with holy fires; the bride,
12:303 Lovely her self (and lovely by her side
12:304 A bevy of bright nymphs, with sober grace),
12:305 Came glitt'ring like a star, and took her place.
12:306 Her heav'nly form beheld, all wish'd her joy;
12:307 And little wanted; but in vain, their wishes all employ.
12:308 For one, most brutal, of the brutal brood,
12:309 Or whether wine, or beauty fir'd his blood,
12:310 Or both at once, beheld with lustful eyes
12:311 The bride; at once resolv'd to make his prize.
12:312 Down went the board; and fastning on her hair,
12:313 He seiz'd with sudden force the frighted fair.
12:314 'Twas Eurytus began: his bestial kind
12:315 His crime pursu'd; and each as pleas'd his mind,
12:316 Or her, whom chance presented, took: the feast
12:317 An image of a taken town express'd.
12:318 The cave resounds with female shrieks; we rise,
12:319 Mad with revenge to make a swift reprise:
12:320 And Theseus first, What phrenzy has possess'd,
12:321 O Eurytus, he cry'd, thy brutal breast,
12:322 To wrong Perithous, and not him alone,
12:323 But while I live, two friends conjoyn'd in one?
12:324 To justifie his threat, he thrusts aside
12:325 The crowd of centaurs; and redeems the bride:
12:326 The monster nought reply'd: for words were vain,
12:327 And deeds cou'd only deeds unjust maintain;
12:328 But answers with his hand, and forward press'd,
12:329 With blows redoubled, on his face, and breast.
12:330 An ample goblet stood, of antick mold,
12:331 And rough with figures of the rising gold;
12:332 The hero snatch'd it up, and toss'd in air
12:333 Full at the front of the foul ravisher.
12:334 He falls; and falling vomits forth a flood
12:335 Of wine, and foam, and brains, and mingled blood.
12:336 Half roaring, and half neighing through the hall,
12:337 Arms, arms, the double-form'd with fury call;
12:338 To wreak their brother's death: a medley-flight
12:339 Of bowls, and jars, at first supply the fight,
12:340 Once instruments of feasts; but now of Fate;
12:341 Wine animates their rage, and arms their hate.
12:342 Bold Amycus, from the robb'd vestry brings
12:343 The chalices of Heav'n; and holy things
12:344 Of precious weight: a sconce that hung on high,
12:345 With tapers fill'd, to light the sacristy,
12:346 Torn from the cord, with his unhallow'd hand
12:347 He threw amid the Lapythaean band.
12:348 On Celadon the ruin fell; and left
12:349 His face of feature, and of form bereft:
12:350 So, when some brawny sacrificer knocks,
12:351 Before an altar led, an offer'd ox,
12:352 His eyes-balls rooted out, are thrown to ground;
12:353 His nose, dismantled, in his mouth is found;
12:354 His jaws, cheeks, front, one undistinguish'd wound.
12:355 This, Belates, th' avenger, cou'd not brook;
12:356 But, by the foot, a maple board he took;
12:357 And hurl'd at Amycus; his chin it bent
12:358 Against his chest, and down the centaur sent:
12:359 Whom sputtring bloody teeth, the second blow
12:360 Of his drawn sword, dispatch'd to shades below.
12:361 Grineus was near; and cast a furious look
12:362 On the side-altar, cens'd with sacred smoke,
12:363 And bright with flaming fires; The Gods, he cry'd,
12:364 Have with their holy trade our hands supply'd:
12:365 Why use we not their gifts? Then from the floor
12:366 An altar stone he heav'd, with all the load it bore:
12:367 Altar, and altar's freight together slew,
12:368 Where thickest throng'd the Lapythaean crew:
12:369 And, at once, Broteas and Oryus flew.
12:370 Oryus' mother, Mycale, was known
12:371 Down from her sphere to draw the lab'ring moon.
12:372 Exadius cry'd, Unpunish'd shall not go
12:373 This fact, if arms are found against the foe.
12:374 He look'd about, where on a pine were spread
12:375 The votive horns of a stag's branching head:
12:376 At Grineus these he throws; so just they fly,
12:377 That the sharp antlers stuck in either eye:
12:378 Breathless, and blind he fell; with blood besmear'd;
12:379 His eye-balls beaten out, hung dangling on his beard.
12:380 Fierce Rhoetus, from the hearth a burning brand
12:381 Selects, and whirling waves; 'till, from his hand
12:382 The fire took flame; then dash'd it from the right,
12:383 On fair Charaxus' temples, near the sight:
12:384 The whistling pest came on, and pierc'd the bone,
12:385 And caught the yellow hair, that shrivel'd while it shone.
12:386 Caught, like dry stubble fir'd; or like seerwood;
12:387 Yet from the wound ensu'd no purple flood;
12:388 But look'd a bubbling mass of frying blood.
12:389 His blazing locks sent forth a crackling sound;
12:390 And hiss'd, like red hot ir'n within the smithy drown'd.
12:391 The wounded warrior shook his flaming hair,
12:392 Then (what a team of horse could hardly rear)
12:393 He heaves the threshold stone, but could not throw;
12:394 The weight itself forbad the threaten'd blow;
12:395 Which dropping from his lifted arms, came down
12:396 Full on Cometes' head; and crush'd his crown.
12:397 Nor Rhoetus then retain'd his joy; but said,
12:398 So by their fellows may our foes be sped;
12:399 Then, with redoubled strokes he plies his head:
12:400 The burning lever not deludes his pains:
12:401 But drives the batter'd skull within the brains.
12:402 Thus flush'd, the conqueror, with force renew'd,
12:403 Evagrus, Dryas, Corythus, pursu'd:
12:404 First, Corythus, with downy cheeks, he slew;
12:405 Whose fall, when fierce Evagrus had in view,
12:406 He cry'd, What palm is from a beardless prey?
12:407 Rhoetus prevents what more he had to say;
12:408 And drove within his mouth the fi'ry death,
12:409 Which enter'd hissing in, and choak'd his breath.
12:410 At Dryas next he flew: but weary chance,
12:411 No longer wou'd the same success advance.
12:412 For while he whirl'd in fiery circles round
12:413 The brand, a sharpen'd stake strong Dryas found;
12:414 And in the shoulder's joint inflicts the wound.
12:415 The weapon stuck; which, roaring out with pain,
12:416 He drew; nor longer durst the fight maintain,
12:417 But turn'd his back, for fear; and fled amain.
12:418 With him fled Orneus, with like dread possess'd,
12:419 Thaumas, and Medon wounded in the breast;
12:420 And Mermeros, in the late race renown'd,
12:421 Now limping ran, and tardy with his wound.
12:422 Pholus, and Melaneus from fight withdrew,
12:423 And Abas maim'd, who boars encountring slew:
12:424 And Augur Asbolos, whose art in vain,
12:425 From fight dissuaded the four-footed train,
12:426 Now beat the hoof with Nessus on the plain;
12:427 But to his fellow cry'd, Be safely slow,
12:428 Thy death deferr'd is due to great Alcides' bow.
12:429 Mean-time strong Dryas urg'd his chance so well,
12:430 That Lycidas, Areos, Imbreus fell;
12:431 All, one by one, and fighting face to face:
12:432 Crenaeus fled, to fall with more disgrace:
12:433 For, fearful, while he look'd behind, he bore,
12:434 Betwixt his nose, and front, the blow before.
12:435 Amid the noise, and tumult of the fray,
12:436 Snoring, and drunk with wine, Aphidas lay.
12:437 Ev'n then the bowl within his hand he kept,
12:438 And on a bear's rough hide securely slept.
12:439 Him Phorbas with his flying dart transfix'd;
12:440 Take thy next draught, with Stygian waters mix'd,
12:441 And sleep thy fill, th' insulting victor cry'd;
12:442 Surpriz'd with death unfelt, the centaur dy'd;
12:443 The ruddy vomit, as he breath'd his soul
12:444 Repass'd his throat, and fill'd his empty bowl.
12:445 I saw Petraeus' arms employ'd around
12:446 A well-grown oak, to root it from the ground.
12:447 This way, and that, he wrench'd the fibrous bands;
12:448 The trunk was like a sappling, in his hands,
12:449 And still obey'd the bent: while thus he stood,
12:450 Perithous' dart drove on; and nail'd him to the wood;
12:451 Lycus, and Chromis fell, by him oppress'd:
12:452 Helops, and Dictis added to the rest
12:453 A nobler palm: Helops, through either ear
12:454 Transfix'd, receiv'd the penetrating spear.
12:455 This Dictis saw; and, seiz'd with sudden fright,
12:456 Leapt headlong from the hill of steepy height;
12:457 And crush'd an ash beneath, that cou'd not bear his weight.
12:458 The shatter'd tree receives his fall; and strikes,
12:459 Within his full-blown paunch, the sharpen'd spikes.
12:460 Strong Aphareus had heav'd a mighty stone,
12:461 The fragment of a rock; and wou'd have thrown;
12:462 But Theseus, with a club of harden'd oak,
12:463 The cubit-bone of the bold centaur broke;
12:464 And left him maim'd; nor seconded the stroke.
12:465 Then leapt on tall Bianor's back (who bore
12:466 No mortal burden but his own, before);
12:467 Press'd with his knees his sides; the double man,
12:468 His speed with spurs increas'd, unwilling ran.
12:469 One hand the hero fastn'd on his locks;
12:470 His other ply'd him with repeated strokes.
12:471 The club rung round his ears, and batter'd brows;
12:472 He falls; and lashing up his heels, his rider throws.
12:473 The same Herculean arms, Nedymnus wound;
12:474 And lay by him Lycotas on the ground,
12:475 And Hippasus, whose beard his breast invades;
12:476 And Ripheus, haunter of the woodland shades:
12:477 And Thereus, us'd with mountain-bears to strive,
12:478 And from their dens to draw th' indignant beasts alive.
12:479 Demoleon cou'd not bear this hateful sight,
12:480 Or the long fortune of th' Athenian knight:
12:481 But pull'd with all his force, to disengage
12:482 From Earth a pine, the product of an age:
12:483 The root stuck fast: the broken trunk he sent
12:484 At Theseus; Theseus frustrates his intent,
12:485 And leaps aside; by Pallas warn'd, the blow
12:486 To shun (for so he said; and we believ'd it so).
12:487 Yet not in vain th' enormous weight was cast;
12:488 Which Crantor's body sunder'd at the waist:
12:489 Thy father's 'squire, Achilles, and his care;
12:490 Whom conquer'd in the Polopeian war,
12:491 Their king, his present ruin to prevent,
12:492 A pledge of peace implor'd, to Peleus sent.
12:493 Thy sire, with grieving eyes, beheld his Fate;
12:494 And cry'd, Not long, lov'd Crantor, shalt thou wait
12:495 Thy vow'd revenge. At once he said, and threw
12:496 His ashen-spear; which quiver'd, as it flew;
12:497 With all his force, and all his soul apply'd;
12:498 The sharp point enter'd in the centaur's side:
12:499 Both hands, to wrench it out, the monster join'd;
12:500 And wrench'd it out; but left the steel behind;
12:501 Stuck in his lungs it stood: inrag'd he rears
12:502 His hoofs, and down to ground thy father bears.
12:503 Thus trampled under foot, his shield defends
12:504 His head; his other hand the lance portends.
12:505 Ev'n while he lay extended on the dust,
12:506 He sped the centaur, with one single thrust.
12:507 Two more his lance before transfix'd from far;
12:508 And two, his sword had slain, in closer war.
12:509 To these was added Dorylas, who spread
12:510 A bull's two goring horns around his head.
12:511 With these he push'd; in blood already dy'd,
12:512 Him fearless, I approach'd; and thus defy'd:
12:513 Now, monster, now, by proof it shall appear,
12:514 Whether thy horns are sharper, or my spear.
12:515 At this, I threw: for want of other ward,
12:516 He lifted up his hand, his front to guard.
12:517 His hand it pass'd; and fix'd it to his brow:
12:518 Loud shouts of ours attend the lucky blow.
12:519 Him Peleus finish'd, with a second wound,
12:520 Which thro' the navel pierc'd: he reel'd around;
12:521 And dragg'd his dangling bowels on the ground.
12:522 Trod what he drag'd; and what he trod, he crush'd:
12:523 And to his mother-Earth, with empty belly, rush'd.