Aeneid
Virgil
Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
- Then Sire Aeneas willed to make a stay
- to so much rage, nor let Entellus' soul
- flame beyond bound, but bade the battle pause,
- and, rescuing weary Dares, thus he spoke
- in soothing words: “Ill-starred! What mad attempt
- is in thy mind? Will not thy heart confess
- thy strength surpassed, and auspices averse?
- Submit, for Heaven decrees!” With such wise words
- he sundered the fell strife. But trusty friends
- bore Dares off: his spent limbs helpless trailed,
- his head he could not lift, and from his lips
- came blood and broken teeth. So to the ship
- they bore him, taking, at Aeneas' word,
- the helmet and the sword—but left behind
- Entellus' prize of victory, the bull.
- He, then, elate and glorying, spoke forth:
- “See, goddess-born, and all ye Teucrians, see,
- what strength was mine in youth, and from what death
- ye have clelivered Dares.” Saying so,
- he turned him full front to the bull, who stood
- for reward of the fight, and, drawing back
- his right hand, poising the dread gauntlet high,
- swung sheer between the horns and crushed the skull;
- a trembling, lifeless creature, to the ground
- the bull dropped forward dead. Above the fallen
- Entellus cried aloud, “This victim due
- I give thee, Eryx, more acceptable
- than Dares' death to thy benignant shade.
- For this last victory and joyful day,
- my gauntlets and my art I leave with thee.”