Messapus, eager to confound the peace,
Spurred his hot courser through the fighting prease,
}
{ At king Aulestes, by his purple known
{ A Tuscan prince, and by his regal crown;
{ And, with a shock encountering, bore him down.
Backward he fell; and, as his fate designed,
The ruins of an altar were behind:
There pitching on his shoulders and his head,
Amid the scattering fires he lay supinely spread.