That elsewhere, heretofore, himself has proved
My mighty spear: when on the sandy beach
Of Pylos ardour irrepressible
Of combat seized him, and to me opposed
He stood: but thrice, when stricken by my lance,
Earth propp’d his fall, and thrice his targe was cleft:
The fourth time urging on my utmost force
His ample shield I shattering rived, his thigh
Transpierced, and headlong in the dust he fell
Beneath my rushing spear: so there the weight