Then spake again Lycaon’s eminent son:⁠— “Keep thou the reins, Aeneas, and still guide The horses. With their wonted charioteer, The better shall they bear away the car Should we be forced to fly before the arm Of Diomed; lest, taking flight, they range Unmastered when they hear thy voice no more, Nor bear us from the combat, and the son Of Tydeus, having slain us, shall lead thence Thy firm-hoofed coursers. Therefore guide them still, Them and the chariot, while, with this keen spear, I wait the Greek, as he is rushing on.”

They spake, and, climbing the magnificent car, Turned toward Tydides the swift-footed steeds. The noble son of Capaneus beheld, And said in wingèd words to Diomed:⁠—