Ruin seize the ruthless foe!
As they boast to raze the city,
So may Jove with wrathful vengeance
Lay their frenzied babblings low!
Messenger.
The fourth’s Hippomedon. Before the gate
He stands of Onca Pallas, clamouring on
With lordly port. His shield’s huge round he waved,
(Fearful to view), a halo not a shield.
No vulgar cunning did his hand possess