ille trahens oculo plenam labente sagittam ibat in auctorem: sed divum fortia quid non tela queant? alio geminatum lumine vulnus explevit tenebras; sequitur tamen improbus hostem, qua meminit, fusum donec prolapsus in Idan decidit: hic saevi miser inter funera belli palpitat et mortem sociosque hostesque precatur.
Pulling out the arrow replete with the collapsing organ, he ran at the archer. But what cannot the strong shafts of the gods accomplish? The wound was doubled in the other eye, completing darkness. Unconscionable he still pursues his enemy by memory, until he falls tripping over prostrate Idas. Here, poor wight, he gasps among the cruel wars corpses, praying foes and comrades for death.
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