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Now neither hurt and slowed or shaken by the fall, the fighting man returned to combat hotter than before, his power excited by his anger. Shame aroused him, too, and his own sense of manhood, so that he went for Dares, driving him headlong over the ring, redoubling cuffs with right and left alike, no pause, no rest. As thick and as fast as hail, drumming on roofs in a storm, were the old hero's blows with both hands battering and spinning Dares. Fatherly Aeneas would not sit by while this fury went further - so berserk Entellus was in the rancor of his soul. He stopped the fight and saved bone-weary Dares, saying to comfort him: "Poor fellow, how could rashness take you this way? Don't you feel a force now more than mortal is against you and heaven's will has changed? We'll bow to that!"

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