Dismiss’d full sure to Pluto ere his time
But he survives; whom therefore I at last
Perforce conclude some angry Deity. 
Steeds have I none or chariot to ascend, 225
Who have eleven chariots in the stands
Left of Lycaon, with fair hangings all
O’ermantled, strong, new finish’d, with their steeds
In pairs beside them, eating winnow’d grain. 
Me much Lycaon my old valiant sire 230
At my departure from his palace gates
Persuaded, that my chariot and my steeds
Ascending, I should so conduct my bands
To battle; counsel wise, and ill-refused! 
But anxious, lest (the host in Troy so long 235
Immew’d) my steeds, fed plenteously at home,
Should here want food, I left them, and on foot
To Ilium came, confiding in my bow
Ordain’d at last to yield me little good. 
Twice have I shot, and twice I struck the mark, 240
First Menelaus, and Tydides next;
From each I drew the blood, true, genuine blood,
Yet have but more incensed them.  In an hour
Unfortunate, I therefore took my bow
Down from the wall that day, when for the sake 245
Of noble Hector, to these pleasant plains
I came, a leader on the part of Troy. 
But should I once return, and with these eyes
Again behold my native land, my sire,
My wife, my stately mansion, may the hand, 250
That moment, of some adversary there
Shorten me by the head, if I not snap
This bow with which I charged myself in vain,
And burn the unprofitable tool to dust. 

    To whom AEneas, Trojan Chief, replied. 255

Nay, speak not so.  For ere that hour arrive
We will, with chariot and with horse, in arms
Encounter him, and put his strength to proof. 
Delay not, mount my chariot.  Thou shalt see
With what rapidity the steeds of Troy 260
Pursuing or retreating, scour the field. 
If after all, Jove purpose still to exalt
The son of Tydeus, these shall bear us safe
Back to the city.  Come then.  Let us on. 
The lash take thou, and the resplendent reins, 265
While I alight for battle, or thyself
Receive them, and the steeds shall be my care. 

    Him answer’d then Lycaon’s son renown’d. 

AEneas! manage thou the reins, and guide
Thy proper steeds.  If fly at last we must 270
The son of Tydeus, they will readier draw
Directed by their wonted charioteer. 
Else, terrified, and missing thy control,
They may refuse to bear us from the fight,
And Tydeus’ son assailing us, with ease 275
Shall slay us both, and drive thy steeds away. 
Rule therefore thou the chariot, and myself
With my sharp spear will his assault receive. 

    So saying, they mounted both, and furious drove