Fortune his friend, his deaths around he deals, And this his lance, and that his falchion feels: Now Clytius dies; and, by a different wound, The twin, his brother Clanis, bites the ground: In his rent jaw the bearded weapon sticks, And the steel’d dart does Clytius’ thigh transfix. With these Mendesian Celadon he slew; And Astreus next, whose mother was a Jew; His sire uncertain: then by Perseus fell Aethion, who could things to come foretell; But now he knows not whence the javelin flies That wounds his breast, nor by whose arm he dies.

The squire to Phineus next his valour tried, And fierce Agyrtes stain’d with parricide.