Headlong on the sandy plain A lifeless corpse he rolled, and all his boasts were vain.
LI.

Such Dares towers, and strides into the ring, With head erect, and shoulders broad and bare, And right and left his sinewy arms doth swing, And burning for a rival, beats the air.
Where is his match?
Not one of all will dare To don the gloves.

So, deeming none can stand Against him, flushed with triumph, then and there Before AEneas, grasping in his hand The heifer's horns, he cries in accents of command: LII.

"Son of a goddess, if none risks the fray, How long shall Dares guerdonless remain?
What end of standing?
Must I wait all day?
Bring the prize hither." Straight the Dardan train Shout for their champion, and his claim sustain.
Then to Entellus, seated at his side, Couched on the green grass, in reproachful strain Thus sternly spake Acestes, fired with pride, And fain, for manhood sake, his younger friend to chide: LIII.

"Entellus, once our bravest, but in vain, Can'st _thou_ sit tamely, with the field unfought, And see this braggart glory in his gain?
Where is thy god, that Eryx?
Hath he taught Thine arm its vaunted cleverness for naught?
To us what booteth thy Trinacrian name, Thy spoil-hung house, thy roof with prizes fraught ?" Entellus said: "My spirit is the same.
Fear hath not quenched my fire, nor checked the love of fame.
LIV.