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Dauntless he rose, and to the Fight return'd:
With shame his glowing Cheeks, his Eyes with fury burn'd.
Disdain, and conscious Virtue fir'd his Breast;
And with redoubled Force his Foe lie press'd.
He lays on load with either Hand, amain,
And headlong drives the Trojan o'er the Plain. 610
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Nor stops, nor stays; nor Rest, nor Breath allows,
But Storms of Strokes descend about his Brows;
A ratling Tempest, and a Hail of Blows.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$But now the Prince, who saw the wild increase
Of Wounds, commands the Combatants to cease: 615
And bounds Entellus Wrath, and bids the Peace.
First to the Trojan spent with Toil he came,
And sooth'd his Sorrow for the suffer'd Shame.
What Fury seiz'd my Friend, the Gods, said he,
To him propitious, and averse to thee,
Have giv'n his Arm superior Force to thine; 620
Tis Madness to contend with Strength Divine.
The Gauntlet Fight thus ended, from the Shore,
His faithful Friends unhappy Dares bore:
His Mouth and Nostrils, pour'd a Purple Flood; 625
And pounded Teeth, came rushing with his Blood.
Faintly he stagger'd thro' the hissing Throng;
And hung his Head, and trail'd his Legs along.
The Sword and Casque, are carry'd by his Train
But with his Foe the Palm and Ox remain. 630
The Champion, then, before Æneas came,
Proud of his Prize; but prouder of his Fame;