And with his feet tears up the ground; not one
Might dare to look upon him, nor advance
Nigh, with desire of conflict: such in truth
The war-insatiate Hercules to Mars
Stood in array, and gather’d in his soul
Prompt courage. But the other near approach’d,
Anguish’d at heart; and both encountering rush’d
With cries of battle. As when from high ridge
Of some hill-top abrupt, tumbles a crag
Precipitous, and sheer, a giddy space,