And hardships? Outward turn thy burnish’d car:
Pass outward from the track and yield the way:
For I to Trachys ride, of obstacle
Impatient: to the royal Ceyx: he
O’er Trachys rules in venerable power,
As needs not thee be told, who hast to wife
His blue-eyed daughter Themisthonöe:
Soft-one! for not from thee shall Mars himself
Inhibit death, if truly hand to hand
We wage the battle: and e’en this I say