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First fell Eunæus, Clytius' heir:
His breast, unguarded left and bare,
Receives the lance's wound:
He vomits forth a crimson flood,
Writhes dying round the fatal wood,
And bites the bloody ground.
Then Pagasus and Liris bleed:
One, tumbled from his wounded steed,
Is gathering up the rein,
One strives his helpless hand to reach
To his fallen friend; that moment each
Lies prostrate on the plain.
With these, the tale of death to swell,
Hippotades Amastrus fell:
Then as in wildering rout they run
She bids her darts pursue
Harpalycus, Demophoon,
Tereus and Chromis too:
A Phrygian mother mourned her son
For every lance that flew.
Afar in unknown arms equipped
See Ornytus the hunter ride
On Iapygian steed: a hide
Enswathes him round, from bullock stripped;
A wolf's grim jaws, whose white teeth grin,
Clasp like a helmet brow and chin:
A club like curving sheep-hook planned
In rustic fashion arms his hand;
On high he lifts his lofty crest
That towers conspicuous o'er the rest.
Hampered by helpless disarray
She catches him, an easy prey,
Transfixes, and in bitter strain
Contemptuously insults the slain:
'Tuscan, you deemed us beasts of chase
That fly before the hunter's face: