421Having said this, he threw the double cloak from his shoulders, and bared the great joints of his limbs, his great bones and arms, and stands huge in the middle of the sand. 424Then father Aeneas, son of Anchises, brought out equal gauntlets, and bound the hands of both with matching arms. 426At once each stood poised on his toes, and fearlessly raised his arms to the air above. 428They drew their lofty heads far back out of reach of blows, and mix hands with hands, and provoke the fight. 430The one is better in the movement of his feet, and relies on youth; 431the other is strong in limbs and bulk, but his slow knees totter and give way as he trembles, laboured breathing shakes his huge frame.
433The men hurl many blows at each other in vain, redouble many on hollow flanks, and their chests give out loud sounds, and fists stray thick and fast around ears and temples, cheeks crack under the hard blows. 437Entellus stands heavy, unmoved in the same stance, avoiding the blows only with his body and watchful eyes. 439The other, like one who attacks a lofty city with siege works, or sits in arms around mountain forts, tries now this approach, now that, ranges over every place with skill, and presses with varied assaults, but in vain. 443Entellus, rising up, shows his right hand and raised it high: the other quickly foresaw the blow coming from above, and slipping aside with his swift body, avoided it.
446Entellus spent his strength on the wind, and, heavy himself, of his own accord fell heavily to the ground with his huge weight, as sometimes a hollow pine falls, torn up by its roots, on Erymanthus or great Ida. 450The Trojans and the Sicilian youth rise up in eager excitement; 451a shout goes up to the sky, and Acestes runs up first, and in pity lifts his friend, of the same age, from the ground. 453But the hero, neither slowed nor frightened by his fall, returns keener to the fight and rouses his violence with anger. 455Then shame and conscious valour kindle his strength, and burning he drives Dares headlong over the whole level, redoubling blows now with his right, now with his left; 458no delay, no rest: as thick as the hail that storm-clouds rattle on the roofs, so the hero with dense blows from both hands pounds and tumbles Dares.