The trembling fingers yet the faulchion strain,
And threaten still the extended stroke in vain.
}
{ Now, to renew the charge, the Arcadians came:
{ Sight of such acts, and sense of honest shame,
{ And grief, with anger mixed, their minds inflame.
Then, with a casual blow was Rhœteus slain,
Who chanced, as Pallas threw, to cross the plain:
The flying spear was after Ilus sent;
But Rhœteus happened on a death unmeant: