And, in that imitated shape, restored
To the despairing prince his Daunian sword.
The queen of love—who, with disdain and grief,
Saw the bold nymph afford this prompt relief—
To assert her offspring with a greater deed,
From the tough root the lingering weapon freed.
}
{ Once more erect, the rival chiefs advance:
{ One trusts the sword, and one the pointed lance;
{ And both resolved alike, to try their fatal chance.