dart of Camilla.” Next follow Orsilochus and Butes, two
of the hugest frames of Troy: Butes she speared behind
’twixt corslet and helm, where the sitter’s neck is seen 25
gleaming, and the shield is hanging from the left arm:
Orsilochus, as she pretends to fly and wheels round in a
mighty ring, she baffles by ever circling inwards, and chases
him that chases her: at last, rising to the stroke, she brings
down on the wretch again and again, spite of all his prayers, 30
her massy battle-axe that rives armour and bone: the
brain spouts over the face through the ghastly wound.