and unafraid, while at their feet rose a ghastly heap of those the brave Romans slew.
And while they held the bridge thus resolutely, behind them fell the blows of mighty axes, loosening the great beams that held the bridge secure.
Soon the axes had done their work. The bridge began to totter, to sway, and the Romans shouted to the noble three to come back ere the bridge gave way.
At the call, Lartius and Herminius turned and darted swiftly across the swaying planks.
But Horatius stayed behind. Not till the bridge fell into the river would he stir from his post.
Then, with a mighty crash the bridge gave way, and fell into the rushing torrent beneath.
Horatius, separated from his friends, stood alone, facing thirty thousand of the foe. Behind him tossed the broad surging river.
'"Down with him," cried false Sextus,
With a smile on his pale face.
"Now yield thee," cried Lars Porsena,
"Now yield thee to our grace."
'Round turned he, as not deigning
Those craven ranks to see,
Nought spake he to Lars Porsena,
To Sextus naught spake he;
But he saw on Palatinus
The white porch of his home;
And he spake to the noble river
That rolls by the towers of Rome.
'"O Tiber! father Tiber!
To whom the Romans pray,
A Roman's life, a Roman's arms,
Take thou in charge this day!"
So he spake, and speaking sheathed
The good sword by his side,
And with his harness on his back,
Plunged headlong in the tide.'
