}
{ Bold brethren both. The former waved in air
{ His flaming sword: Æneas couched his spear,
{ Unused to threats, and more unused to fear.
Then Liger thus:—"Thy confidence is vain
To 'scape from hence, as from the Trojan plain:
Nor these the steeds which Diomede bestrode,
Nor this the chariot where Achilles rode;
Nor Venus' veil is here, nor Neptune's shield;
Thy fatal hour is come, and this the field."