Wounded with all his strength, and thrusting rived
The shield’s large disk, and cleft it with his lance,
And in the middle-way threw him to earth
Prostrate. But Fear and Consternation swift
Urged nigh his well-wheel’d chariot: from the face
Of broad-track’d earth they raised him on the car
Variously framed: thence lash’d with scourge the steeds,
And bounding up the vast Olympus flew.
But now Alcmena’s son and his compeer,
The glorious Ioläus, having stripp’d