lightning he thundered on fifty strong shields, and drew
forth fifty sharp swords, so Æneas slakes his victorious 5
fury the whole field over, when once his blade had grown
warm with blood. See! he is advancing against Niphæus’
four harnessed steeds, and setting his breast
against theirs. At once they, soon as they saw his lofty
stride and his fierce gestures, turn round affrighted, and, 10
rushing backward, unseat their master and hurry the car
to the beach. Meanwhile Lucagus forces his way into
the midst, drawn by two white horses, with Liger his