huge grinning mouth and jaws with the white teeth projecting,
and a rustic pike arms his hand: he goes whirling
through the ranks, his whole head overtopping them. 15
Him she catches, an easy task when the hosts are entangled
in rout, pierces him through, and thus bespeaks the
fallen in the fierceness of her spirit: “Tuscan, you thought
yourself still chasing beasts in the forest, but the day is
come which shall refute the vaunts of your nation by a 20
woman’s weapons. Yet no slight glory shall you carry
down to your fathers’ shades, that you have fallen by the