Statius, Thebaid

LCL 207: 138-139

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Bistonium Tydeus, Mavortia munera magni Oeneos, et partes pariter divisus in omnes hos obit atque illos ferroque micantia tela 590decutit; impeditant numero seque ipsa vicissim arma premunt, nec vis conatibus ulla, sed ipsae in socios errare manus et corpora turba involvi prolapsa sua; manet ille ruentes angustus telis et inexpugnabilis obstat. 595non aliter Getica, si fas est credere, Phlegra armatum immensus Briareus stetit aethera contra, hinc Phoebi pharetras, hinc torvae Pallados angues, inde Pelethroniam praefixa cuspide pinum Martis, at hinc lasso mutata Pyracmoni temnens 600fulmina, cum toto nequiquam obsessus Olympo tot queritur cessare manus: non segnior ardet huc illuc clipeum obiectans, seque ipse recedens circumit; interdum trepidis occurrit et instat spicula devellens, clipeo quae plurima toto 605fixa tremunt armantque virum; saepe aspera passus vulnera, sed nullum vitae in secreta receptum nec mortem sperare valet. rotat ipse furentem Deilochum, comitemque illi iubet ire sub umbras Phegea sublata minitantem bella securi 610Dircaeumque Gyan et Echionium Lycophonten. iam trepidi sese quaerunt numerantque, nec idem caedis amor, tantamque dolent rarescere turbam. 5Ecce Chromis Tyrii demissus origine Cadmi

  • 593involvit Pω (Ϛ, Heinsius)
  • 595geticae . . . phlegrae Pω (Schrader)
  • 599pyragmone Pω (Hill, duce O. Mueller)
  • 610lycophontem Pω (Housman)
  • 612tantamque ω: plenam P ante corr.

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draws his Bistonian sword, the Martian gift of great Oeneus, and divided all ways alike faces this group and that, shaking off the steel-flashing shafts. They clog each other 53 with their number, their shields press one another, their efforts lack force, their blows go wild against their own comrades, their bodies lurch entangled in their own multitude; whereas he awaits the attackers, presenting a slim target to the spears, impregnable. Not otherwise in Getic Phlegra, if we may believe it, did vast Briareus stand against heaven in arms, despising Phoebus’ quiver on one side and the snakes of frowning Pallas on another, there Mars’ steel-tipped Pelethronian pine, here thunderbolt after thunderbolt till Pyracmon grows weary; assailed in vain by all Olympus, he complains that so many hands 54 are idle. No less lively is Tydeus’ ardour. This way and that he thrusts his shield, retires circling himself, anon accosts the trembling foe and bears upon them, plucking away the many missiles that stick a-quiver all over his shield, arming him. Often he suffers sharp wounds, but none penetrates life’s secret places, none can hope to kill. Himself whirls furious Deilochus 55 and bids Phegeus, as he threatens battle with uplifted axe, go join him in the shades, and Dircaean Gyas and Echionian Lycophontes. Now fearfully they seek themselves and count; their appetite for slaughter has abated and ruefully they note the thinning of so large a crew.

But here comes Chromis, descended from Tyrian

DOI: 10.4159/DLCL.statius-thebaid.2004