They, when they see the fiery chief advance,
And pushing at their chests his pointed lance,
Wheeled with so swift a motion, mad with fear,
They threw their master headlong from the chair.
They stare, they start, nor stop their course, before
They bear the bounding chariot to the shore.
}
{ Now Lucagus and Liger scour the plains,
{ With two white steeds; but Liger holds the reins,
{ And Lucagus the lofty seat maintains—