Than if we had encounter'd with the lightning
Hurl'd from Jove's cloudy Brow.
Cleo. 'Twas like my Cæsar.
Achil. We faln back, he made on, and as our fear
Had parted from us with his dreadful looks,
Again we follow'd; but got near the Sea;
On which his Navy anchor'd; in one hand
Holding a Scroll he had above the waves,
And in the other grasping fast his Sword,
As it had been a Trident forg'd by Vulcan