The steel through both his temples forced the way:
Extended on the ground, Numanus lay.
"Go now, vain boaster! and true valour scorn!
The Phrygians, twice subdued, yet make this third return."
Ascanius said no more. The Trojans shake
The heavens with shouting, and new vigour take.
}
{ Apollo then bestrode a golden cloud,
{ To view the feats of arms, and fighting crowd;
{ And thus the beardless victor he bespoke aloud:—