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This said, the javelin from the wound
He plucked with main and might,^{[errata 1]}
A heavy slumber iron-bound
Seals the dull eyes in rest profound:
They close in endless night.

Now Cædicus Alcathous kills,
Hydaspes' life Sacrator spills,
And Orses and Parthenius feel
The unbated edge of Rapo's steel:
And Lycaonian Ericete
And Clonius to Messapus yield,
This fallen beneath his horse's feet,
That foot to foot o'erthrown in field.
Proud Agis pranced along the ground,
But Valerus like his sires renowned
The haughty Lycian slays:
Salius had stricken Thronius low,
But quickly finds a deadlier foe,
Nealces, skilled the dart to throw
Or send the arrow from the bow
Through unsuspected ways.
The god of war with heavy hand
Impartial deals to either band
The horrors of the fight:
By turns they fall, by turns they strike,
Conquered and conquering, each alike
Intolerant of flight.
In Jove's high courts the gods afar
Look sadly on the unending war,
And sigh to think that man below
Such dire calamity should know.
There Venus sits the fray to see,
Saturnian Juno here:
Down in the field Tisiphone
Spreads havoc far and near.

 

1. Correction: might, should be amended to might:: detail