LXXXIV.

Tres repelled the foe through {188a} a pool of gore, And slaughtered like a hero such as asked no quarter, {188b} With a sling and a spear; {188c}--he flung off his glass goblet Containing the mead, {188d} and in defence of his sovereignty overthrew an army; His counsel always prevailed, and the multitude would not speak before him, {188e} Whilst those that were cowards were not left alive, Before the onset of his battle-axes, {188f} and his sharpened sword, {188g} And where his blue banner was seen to wave. {188h}