acrius hoc Teucri clamore incumbere magno et glomerare manum, ceu saevum turba leonem cum telis premit infensis; at territus ille, asper, acerba tuens, retro redit et neque terga ira dare aut virtus patitur, nec tendere contra ille quidem hoc cupiens potis est per tela virosque.
All the more fearlessly the Teucrians press on him with loud shouts and mass their ranks'as when a crowd with levelled spears beset a savage lion: but he, affrighted, yet fierce and glaring angrily, gives ground, and neither wrath nor courage lets him turn his back, nor yet, desirous though he be, can he make his way through hunters and through spears.