He standeth firm: it yieldeth now.—
Well done! Eurymachus will win.—
See how his striving body strains!—
Fixed like the image of a man
In stone he stands.—Now for it!-The veins
Stand out upon his darkening brow.—
It slowly yields.—He doth it—Nay,
It slippeth back.—He giveth in.—
He hath failed, he putteth it away.
Eur. My friends, I am hurt both for myself and all.