The fields around with "Iö Pæan!" ring;
And peals of shouts applaud the conquering king.
At this the vanquished, with his dying breath,
Thus faintly spoke, and prophesied in death:—
"Nor thou, proud man, unpunished shalt remain.
Like death attends thee on this fatal plain."
Then, sourly smiling, thus the king replied:—
"For what belongs to me, let Jove provide;
But die thou first, whatever chance ensue."
He said, and from the wound the weapon drew.