LXXXIV.

Tres repelled the foe through {188a} a pool of gore,

And slaughtered like a hero such as asked no quarter, {188b}

With a sling and a spear; {188c}--he flung off his glass goblet

Containing the mead, {188d} and in defence of his sovereignty overthrew

an army;

His counsel always prevailed, and the multitude would not speak before

him, {188e}

Whilst those that were cowards were not left alive,

Before the onset of his battle-axes, {188f} and his sharpened sword,

{188g}

And where his blue banner was seen to wave. {188h}

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