Tremendous, thus address’d her winged words:
“Mars! hold thy furious valour: stay those hands
In prowess inaccessible: for know
It is not lawful for thee to divest
Slain Hercules of these his gorgeous arms,
Bold-hearted son of Jove: but come; rest thou
From battle, nor oppose thyself to me.”
She said: nor yet persuaded aught the soul
Of Mars, the mighty of heart. With a great shout
He, brandishing his weapon like a flame,