with his right hand showering blows, now with his giant 20
left. No stint, no stay; thick as the hail with which the
storm-clouds rattle on the roof, so thick the blows with
which the hero, crowding on with both hands, is battering
and whirling Dares. Then father Æneas thought fit to
stem the tide of fury, nor suffered Entellus’ wounded spirit 25
to glut its rage further, but put an end to the fray, and
rescued the gasping Dares with soothing words, and bespeaks
him thus:—“My poor friend! what monstrous
madness has seized you? See you not that strength has