Then mingled they in battle hand to hand Around Alcathoüs, with their ponderous spears, And fearfully upon their bosoms rang The brass, as through the struggling crowd they aimed Their weapons at each other. Two brave men, Aeneas and Idomeneus, the peers Of Mars, conspicuous o’er their fellows, strove With cruel brass to rend each other’s limbs. And first Aeneas cast his spear to smite Idomeneus, who saw it as it came, And shunned it. Plunging in the earth beyond, It stood and quivered; it had left in vain The Trojan’s powerful hand. Idomeneus Next smote Oenomaüs: the spear brake through His hollow corselet at the waist; it pierced And drank the entrails: down amid the dust He fell, and grasped the earth with dying hand. Idomeneus plucked forth the massy spear, But, pressed by hostile weapons, ventured not To strip the sumptuous armor from the dead; Since now no more the sinews of his feet Were firm to bear him rushing to retake His spear, or start aside from hostile spears. Wherefore in standing fight he warded off