scattering ranks of warriors, hears tidings that the foe,
fevered by the taste of blood, has thrown the gates open.
He leaves the work he had begun, and stirred with giant
fury hastens to the Dardan gate and the two haughty
brethren. Hurling his dart, he first slays Antiphates, who
happened first to meet him, bastard son of great Sarpedon
by a Theban mother; the shaft of Italian cornel flies
through the yielding air, and lodging in the throat goes 5
deep down into the chest; the wound’s dark pit spouts
forth a foaming torrent, and the cold steel grows warm