664Whom first, whom last, fierce maiden, do you bring down with your weapon? 665Or how many dying bodies do you lay on the ground? 666First Eunaeus, son of Clytius, whose unguarded breast, as he faced her, she pierces through with her long pine shaft: vomiting streams of blood he falls and bites the bloody earth, and dying writhes upon his wound. 670Then Liris and Pagasus besides; 670one, thrown backwards as his horse was stabbed from under him, while he gathers up the reins, the other, while he comes up and stretches out his unarmed right hand to his falling friend, fall headlong together. 673To these she adds Amastrus son of Hippotas, and leaning in with her spear she pursues from afar Tereus and Harpalycus and Demophoon and Chromis; 676and as many darts as the maiden sent whirling from her hand, so many Phrygian men fell.
677Further off Ornytus the hunter rides in strange armour on an Iapygian horse; a hide stripped from a fighting bullock covers his broad shoulders, the huge gaping mouth and jaws of a wolf with white teeth cover his head, and a rustic pike arms his hands; 682he himself moves in the midst of the troops and stands a whole head above them. 684Him she catches, for it is no labour when the column is routed, and runs him through, and over him speaks these words with hostile heart: 'Did you think, Tyrrhenian, you were hunting wild beasts in the woods? 687The day has come that refutes your people's words with a woman's arms.
688Yet this is no slight renown you will carry to the shades of your fathers, that you fell by the weapon of Camilla.'