Had witness’d: of their anger visitant
In fear he stood; and speeded in all haste
T’ achieve the mighty feat, imposed by Heaven.
Him the Bœotians, gorers of the steed,
Who coveting the war-shout and the shock
Of battle o’er the buckler breathe aloft
Their open valour: him the Locrian race
Close-combating; and of undaunted soul,
The Phocians follow’d: towering in the van
Amphitryon gallant shone: and in his host