strepit adsiduo cava tempora circum tinnitu galea et saxis solida aera fatiscunt discussaeque iubae, capiti nec sufficit umbo ictibus; ingeminant hastis et Troes et ipse fulmineus Mnestheus.
Round his hollow temples the helmet echoes with ceaseless clash; the solid brass gapes beneath the rain of stones; the horsehair crest is torn from his head, and the shields boss withstands not the blows: the Trojans and Mnestheus himself, of lightning force, launch a storm of spears.