tokens of pursuit. Pass a few moments, and a shout
strikes on his ear, and he sees Euryalus, who is in the hands 20
of the whole crew, the victim of the ground and the night,
bewildered by the sudden onslaught, hurried along, and
making a thousand fruitless efforts. What should he do?
with what force, what arms, can he attempt a rescue?
should he dash through the thick of their swords with 25
death before his eyes, and hurry to a glorious end in a shower
of wounds? Soon, with his arm drawn back, he poises his
spear-shaft, looking up to the moon in the sky, and thus