His brood-mare, and obtained the race. Six colts, Their offspring, in his courts were foaled. Of these, Four for himself he kept, and in his stalls Reared them, and two of them, both apt for war, He gave Aeneas. If we make them ours, The exploit will bring us honor and renown.”

Thus they conferred. Meantime their foes drew near, Urging their fiery coursers on, and first Lycaon’s eminent son addressed the Greek:⁠—

“My weapon, swift and sharp, the arrow, failed To slay thee; let me try the javelin now, And haply that, at least, may reach its mark.”

He spake, and, brandishing his massive spear, Hurled it against the shield of Diomed. The brazen point broke through, and reached the mail. Then shouted with loud voice Lycaon’s son:⁠—

“Ha! Thou art wounded in thy flank; my spear Bites deep; nor long, I think, canst thou survive, And great will be my glory gained from thee.”