"All, all," he cries, "that such a deed can claim, I promise for thy guerdon.

Mine shall be Thy mother,--mine, Creusa save in name; Nor small her praise to bear a son like thee.
Howe'er shall Fortune the event decree, I swear--so swore my father--by my head, What gifts I pledge, if thou return, to thee, These, if thou fall, thy mother in thy stead, These shall thy kinsmen keep, the heirlooms of the dead." XXXIX.

Weeping, the gilded falchion he untied, Lycaon's work, with sheath of ivory fair.
To Nisus Mnestheus gave a lion's hide, His helmet changed Aletes.

Forth they fare, And round them to the gates, with vows and prayer, The band of chiefs their parting steps attend; And, manlier than his years, Iulus fair Full many a message to his sire would send.
Vain wish! his fruitless words the scattering breezes rend.
XL.

So past the trench, upon the shadowy plain Forth issuing, to the foemen's tents they creep, Fatal to many, ere the camp they gain.
Warriors they see, who drank the wine-bowl deep, Beside their tilted chariots stretched in sleep, And reins, and wheels and wine-jars tost away, And arms and men in many a mingled heap.
Then Nisus: "Up, Euryalus, and slay! Haste, for the hour is ripe, and yonder lies the way.
XLI.