“and you, Teucrians, take measure at once of the strength
which dwelt in my frame, while that frame was young,
and the death from whose door you have called back,
and are still keeping, your Dares.” So saying, he took his 5
stand full before the face of the bullock, which was there
as the prize of the fray, and with arm drawn back, swung
the iron gauntlet right between the horns, rising to his
full height, crashed it down on the bone, and shattered the
brain. Prostrated, breathless, and quivering, on earth lies 10
the bull. He from his bosom’s depth speaks thus over