Nor did the son of Capaneus forget The bidding of the warlike Diomed, But halted his firm-footed steeds apart From the great tumult, with the long reins stretched And fastened to the chariot. Next, he sprang To seize the horses with fair-flowing manes, That drew the chariot of Aeneas. These He drave away, far from the Trojan host, To the well-greaved Achaians, giving them In charge, to lead them to the hollow ships, To his beloved friend Deipylus, Whom he of all his comrades honored most, As likest to himself in years and mind. And then he climbed his car and took the reins, And, swiftly drawn by his firm-footed steeds, Followed Tydides, who with cruel steel Sought Venus, knowing her unapt for war, And all unlike the goddesses who guide The battles of mankind, as Pallas does, Or as Bellona, ravager of towns. O’ertaking her at last, with long pursuit, Amid the throng of warring men, the son Of warlike Tydeus aimed at her his spear, And wounded in her hand the delicate one