“Thus flush’d, the conqueror, with force renew’d, Evagrus, Dryas, Corythus, pursued. First Corythus, with downy cheeks, he slew, Whose fall when fierce Evagrus had in view, He cried: ‘What palm is from a beardless prey?’ Rhaetus prevents what more he had to say, And drove within his mouth the fiery death, Which enter’d hissing in, and choked his breath. At Dryas next he flew: but weary chance No longer would the same success advance; For while he whirl’d in fiery circles round The brand, a sharpen’d stake strong Dryas found, And in the shoulder’s joint inflicts the wound. The weapon stuck, which, roaring out with pain, He drew; nor longer durst the fight maintain, But turn’d his back, for fear, and fled amain. With him fled Orneus, with like dread possess’d; Thaumas, and Medon, wounded in the breast; And Mermeros, in the late race renown’d, Now limping ran, and tardy, with his wound. Pholus and Melaneous from fight withdrew, And Abas maim’d, who boars encountering slew: And Augur Astylos, whose art in vain From fight dissuaded the four-footed train,