His hand it pass’d, and fix’d it to his brow: Loud shouts of ours attend the lucky blow. Him Peleus finish’d, with a second wound, Which through the navel pierced: he reel’d around, And dragg’d his dangling bowels on the ground; Trod what he dragg’d, and what he trod, he crush’d, And to his mother earth with empty belly rush’d.”
The centaur Cyllarus is mortally wounded in the conflict with the Lapithae; and his mistress Hylonome expires in his arms.