you could escape my hands?” and with that he seizes him 10
as he hangs in air, and pulls him down with a great fragment
of the wall; just as the bearer of Jove’s thunder
trusses in his hooked talons a hare or a snow-white swan
and soars into the sky, or one of Mars’ wolves snatches
from the fold a lamb which its mother’s bleatings reclaim 15
in vain. On all sides rises the war-shout. They rush on
the trenches and fill them with shattered earthworks,
while others fling brazen firebrands to the roofs. Ilioneus
with a rock, broken from a mighty mountain, brings