inly think thou
wilt not cease, till one of you at least, having fallen, shall satiate
Mars, the warrior of the bull's-hide shield, with his blood."

[Footnote 208: This is the best manner of expressing the full
meaning of [Greek: tychomi].]

[Footnote 209: _I. e._ given a mortal wound.]

Thus having spoken, he hurled forth [his lance], and Minerva directed
the weapon to his nose, near the eye; and it passed quite through his
white teeth: and then unwearied, the brass cut the root of his tongue,
and the point came out at the bottom of his chin. From his chariot he
fell, and his variegated, shining [210] arms resounded upon him; but his
swift-footed steeds started aside through fright, and there were his
soul and strength dissolved. AEneas then bounded down with his shield and
long spear, fearing lest the Greeks by any means should take the body
away from him. He walked round it, therefore, like a lion, confiding in
his strength: and before him he stretched out his lance, and his shield
equal on all sides, shouting dreadfully, eager to slay him, whoever
might come against him. But the son of Tydeus seized in his grasp a
hand-stone, a huge affair, such as no two men could carry, such at least
as mortals are now; but he even alone easily wielded it. With it he
struck AEneas on the hip, where the thigh is turned in the hip;--they
call it the socket;--the socket he smote violently, and broke besides
both tendons, and the rugged stone tore off the skin. But the hero
having fallen on his knees, remained so, and supported himself with his
strong hand upon the ground, and dark night veiled his eyes.

[Footnote 210: But Buttm. Lexil. p. 65 prefers "agile," _i. e._
easily-wielded.]

And there, of a truth, AEneas, the king of men, had perished, unless
Venus, the daughter of Jove, had quickly perceived him, his mother, who
brought him forth to Anchises as he fed his oxen;[211] but around her
own dear son she spread her white arms, and before him she extended the
folds of her shining robe, as a fence against arrows, lest any of the
swift-horsed Greeks having cast the steel into his breast, should take
away his life. She, indeed, stealthily bore off her beloved son from the
battle. Nor was the son of Capaneus forgetful of those commands which
warlike Diomede gave him: but he detained his own solid-hoofed steeds
apart from the tumult, having stretched forth the reins from the rim;
and rushing forward, drove from the