{ But the swift horse the slower foot prevent,
{ And now, advancing, sought the leader's tent.
}
{ They saw the pair; for, through the doubtful shade,
{ His shining helm Euryalus betrayed,
{ On which the moon with full reflexion played.
"'Tis not for nought," cried Volscens from the crowd,
"These men go there;" then raised his voice aloud:
"Stand! stand! why thus in arms? and whither bent?
From whence, to whom, and on what errand sent?"