Yet see, they turn, and skirmishers defend
The steep, but Stewart leads the stern assault.
Soon broke their files, their menace soon doth end.
Headlong they fly, and dareth none to halt—
But thickest mist doth fall—and leave our men at fault.
XXIII.
Thus Menelaüs, while his brazen spear
Thirsting for Paris’ blood is brandished high,
No longer sees the slender youth appear,
But riseth cloud to thwart his vengeance nigh,