on his glorious deeds, rush on the foe, strong in the
armour of mingled rage and shame. Then Pallas strikes 5
through Rhœtus as he flies past him on his car. So
much space and respite from his end did Ilus gain; for
’twas at Ilus he had launched from the distance his stalwart
spear: Rhœtus comes between and catches it, flying
from thee, noble Teuthras, and Tyres thy brother; and 10
tumbled from his car he beats with his dying heel the
Rutulian plains. Even as when the winds have risen at
his wish on a summer’s day, a shepherd lets loose his