Drove his long spear; and underneath the chin
Through the bare neck smote violent and swift.
The murderous ashen beam at once the nerves
Twain of the neck cut sheer; for all the man
Drop’d, and his force went from him: down he fell
Headlong: [275]as falls a thunder-blasted oak,
Or sky-capt rock, riven by the lightning shaft
Of Jove, in smouldering smoke is hurl’d from high,
So fell he: and his brass-emblazon’d mail
Clatter’d around him. Jove’s firm-hearted son