316Amid all this uproar Aphidas lay, sunk in endless sleep through all his veins and unawakened, holding in his drooping hand a cup of mixed wine, sprawled on the shaggy skin of an Ossaean bear. 320When from far off he saw him lying idle, stirring no arms, he fits his fingers into the thong and said: 'You shall drink your wine mixed with the Styx!' 322Phorbas; 322and delaying no more he hurled the javelin at the youth, and the iron-tipped ash was driven into his neck, as by chance he lay on his back. 325His death came without feeling, and from his full throat black blood flowed onto the couch and into the very cups.
327I saw Petraeus trying to tear an acorn-bearing oak from the earth; 328while he grips it in his embrace and shakes it this way and that and tosses about the loosened timber, the lance of Pirithous, thrust into Petraeus' ribs, pinned his chest to the hard oak it was wrestling with. 332By the valour of Pirithous, they said, Lycus fell, by the valour of Pirithous Chromis. 333But each gave the victor less glory than Dictys and Helops gave: Helops was pierced by a javelin which made a passage through his temples and, thrown from the right, went through to the left ear; 337Dictys, slipping from the steep edge of a mountain as he fled in terror from the pressing son of Ixion, fell headlong and with the weight of his body broke a huge ash, and spitted his own guts on the broken tree.
341Aphareus is there to avenge him and tries to hurl a rock torn from the mountain: as he hurls, the son of Aegeus forestalls him with an oak club and breaks the huge bones of his elbow; 344and he has neither time nor care to put the useless body to death any further, but leaps onto the back of tall Bienor, unused to carrying anyone but himself, and set his knee against his ribs and, holding fast the hair he had grasped with his left hand, shattered his face, his threatening mouth and his very hard temples with the knotty oak: with the oak he lays low Nedymnus and Lycopes the javelin-thrower, and Hippasos, his chest protected by his flowing beard, and Ripheus, who towered above the topmost trees, and Thereus, who used to catch bears in the Haemonian mountains and carry them home alive and raging.
355Demoleon could not bear Theseus enjoying his success in the fight any longer: with great effort he tries to tear an aged pine from its solid thicket; 358because he could not do this, he broke it off and hurled it at his foe. 359But Theseus drew back far from the oncoming missile at the warning of Pallas: so he himself wished it to be believed. 361Yet the tree did not fall without effect; 361for it severed tall Crantor's chest and left shoulder from his throat. 363He had been your father's armour-bearer, Achilles, whom Amyntor, ruler of the Dolopes, when overcome in war, had given to the son of Aeacus as a pledge and guarantee of peace.
366When Peleus saw him from afar, torn apart by the foul wound, he said, 'At least accept funeral offerings, Crantor, dearest of young men,' and with his strong arm, and with the strength of his spirit too, he hurled his ashen spear at Demoleon. 370It broke through the framework of his ribs and quivered, sticking in the bones. 371He pulls out the shaft with his hand, without its point (even that barely follows); the point was held fast in his lung. 373Pain itself gave strength to his spirit: in agony he rears up against the enemy and tramples the man with his horse's hooves. 375The other takes the blows on his helmet and ringing shield, and protects his shoulders, and holds up the weapons stretched out before him, and through the shoulders pierces two breasts with a single thrust.
378Before this, however, he had given to death Phlegraeos and Hyles at a distance, Iphinous and Clanis in close combat; 380to these is added Dorylas, who wore his temples covered with a wolfskin and, serving in place of a savage weapon, the bent horns of oxen, reddened with much blood. 383To him I said (for my spirit gave me strength): 'See how far your horns yield to our iron!' 385and I hurled my javelin; 385since he could not avoid it, he put his right hand up before his forehead, which was about to suffer the wound: his hand was pinned to his forehead. 387A shout goes up, but Peleus (for he stood nearer) strikes him with his sword in the middle of his belly as he stuck there, overcome by the bitter wound.
390He leapt forward, and wildly dragged his own entrails on the ground, and trampled what he dragged, and burst what he trampled, and tangled his legs in them too, and fell with his belly emptied. 393Nor did your beauty save you as you fought, Cyllarus, if indeed we grant beauty to that nature of yours: his beard was just beginning, the colour of his beard was golden, and golden hair hung from his shoulders to the middle of his flanks. 397There was a pleasing vigour in his face; 397his neck and shoulders and hands and chest came closest to the praised statues of artists, and so did every part where he is man; 399nor was the horse's form beneath him faulty or inferior to the man: give it a neck and head, and it will be worthy of Castor; 401so fit for a rider is the back, so high the chest with its muscles.
402He was all blacker than black pitch; 403yet his tail was white, and the colour of his legs was white too. 404Many of his own race sought him, but Hylonome alone won him, than whom no female more comely lived among the half-beasts in the deep woods. 407She alone holds Cyllarus with her endearments and by loving and by confessing her love; 408with her grooming too, as much as there can be in such limbs: her hair is made smooth with a comb, she twines herself now with rosemary, now with violets or roses, sometimes she wears white lilies, and twice a day she washes her face in the springs that fall from the summit of the Pagasaean wood, twice she dips her body in the stream, and she wears on her shoulder or her left side only the becoming fleeces of choice beasts.
416Their love is equal: they wander together on the mountains, they enter caves together; 417and then they had entered the Lapith palace side by side, side by side they were waging the fierce war. 419Its author is uncertain: a javelin came from the left side and pierced you, Cyllarus, below where the chest lies under the neck; 421the heart, injured by a small wound, grew cold, with the whole body, once the weapon was drawn out. 423At once Hylonome catches his dying limbs and soothes the wound with her hand laid upon it, and puts her mouth to his mouth and tries to stop the fleeing breath. 426When she sees him dead, with words which the uproar kept from reaching my ears, she fell on the weapon that had pierced him, and, dying, embraced her husband.