iamque miser raros comites verumque videbat Dorcea, iam vires paulatim abscedere sensit, sentit et exhaustas umero leviore pharetras; iam minus atque minus fert arma, puerque videtur et sibi, cum torva clipei metuendus obarsit luce Dryas: tremor ora repens ac viscera torsit Arcados; utque feri vectorem fulminis albus cum supra respexit olor, cupit hiscere ripam Strymonos et trepidas in pectora contrahit alas: sic iuvenem saevi conspecta mole Dryantis iam non ira subit, sed leti nuntius horror.
And now, alas, he saw that few were with him, saw the real Dorceus, felt his strength leave him little by little, felt his shoulder lighter, his quiver exhausted. Now less and less easily he bears his arms and seems even to himself a boy'when with fierce gleam of shield terrible Dryas flamed before him. A sudden tremor twisted the Arcadians face and vitals. As a white swan, seeing above him the bearer of the fierce thunderbolt, wishes that Strymons bank would open up and folds his trembling wings to his breast; so when the youth beheld the bulk of savage Dryas, no anger seized him now, but a shuddering, harbinger of death.
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