The Tuscans raised a
joyful cry
To see the red blood flow.
XLV
He reeled, and on Herminius
He leaned one breathing-space;
Then, like a wild cat mad with wounds,
Sprang right at Astur's face.
Through teeth, and skull, and helmet
So
fierce a
thrust he sped,
The good sword stood a hand-breadth out
Behind the Tuscan's head.
XLVI
And the great Lord of Luna
Fell at that
deadly stroke,
As falls on Mount Alvernus
A
thundersmitten oak:
Far o'er the crashing forest
The giant arms lie spread;
And the pale augurs, muttering low,
Gaze on the blasted head.
XLVII
On Astur's
throat Horatius
Right
firmly pressed his heel,
And
thrice and four times tugged amain,
Ere he wrenched out the steel.
``And see,'' he cried, ``the
welcome,
Fair guests, that waits you here!
What noble Lucomo comes next
To taste our Roman cheer?''
XLVIII
But at his
haughty challange
A
sullen murmur ran,
Mingled of wrath, and shame, and dread,
Along that glittering van.
There lacked not men of prowess,
Nor men of
lordly race;
For all Etruria's noblest
Were round the fatal place.
XLIX
But all Etruria's noblest
Felt their hearts sink to see
On the earth the
bloody corpses,
In the path the
dauntless Three:
And, from the
ghastly entrance
Where those bold Romans stood,
All
shrank, like boys who unaware,
Ranging the woods to start a hare,
Come to the mouth of the dark lair
Where, growling low, a
fierce old bear
Lies
amidst bones and blood.
L
Was none who would be foremost
To lead such dire attack;
But those behind cried, ``Forward!''
And those before cried, ``Back!''
And
backward now and forward
Wavers the deep array;
And on the tossing sea of steel
To and frow the standards reel;
And the
victorious trumpet-peal
Dies fitfully away.
LI
Yet one man for one moment
Strode out before the crowd;
Well known was he to all the Three,
And they gave him greeting loud.
``Now
welcome,
welcome, Sextus!
Now
welcome to thy home!
Why dost thou stay, and turn away?
Here lies the road to Rome.''
LII
Thrice looked he at the city;
Thrice looked he at the dead;
And
thrice came on in fury,
And
thrice turned back in dread:
And, white with fear and hatred,
Scowled at the narrow way
Where, wallowing in a pool of blood,
The bravest Tuscans lay.
LIII
But
meanwhile axe and lever
Have manfully been plied;
And now the
bridge hangs tottering
Above the boiling tide.
``Come back, come back, Horatius!''
Loud cried the Fathers all.
``Back, Lartius! back, Herminius!
Back, ere the ruin fall!''
LIV
Back darted Spurius Lartius;
Herminius darted back:
And, as they passed, beneath their feet
They felt the timbers crack.
But when they turned their faces,
And on the farther shore
Saw brave Horatius stand alone,
They would have crossed once more.
LV
But with a crash like
thunderFell every loosened beam,
And, like a dam, the
mighty wreck
Lay right athwart the stream:
And a long shout of triumph
Rose from the walls of Rome,
As to the highest turret-tops
Was splashed the yellow foam.
LVI
And, like a horse unbroken
When first he feels the rein,
The
furious river struggled hard,
And tossed his tawny mane,
And burst the curb and bounded,
Rejoicing to be free,
And whirling down, in
fierce career,
Battlement, and plank, and pier,
Rushed
headlong to the sea.
LVII
Alone stood brave Horatius,
But
constant still in mind;
Thrice thirty thousand foes before,
And the broad flood behind.
``Down with him!'' cried false Sextus,
With a smile on his pale face.
``Now yield thee,'' cried Lars Porsena,
``Now yield thee to our grace.''
LVIII
Round turned he, as not deigning
Those craven ranks to see;
Nought spake he to Lars Porsena,
To Sextus
nought spake he;
But he saw on Palatinus
The white porch of his home;
And he spake to the noble river
That rolls by the towers of Rome.
LVIX
``Oh, Tiber! Father Tiber!
To whom the Romans pray,
A Roman's life, a Roman's arms,
Take thou in
charge this day!''
So he spake, and
speaking sheathed
The good sword by his side,
And with his
harness on his back,
Plunged
headlong in the tide.
LX
No sound of joy or sorrow
Was heard from either bank;
But friends and foes in dumb surprise,
With parted lips and straining eyes,
Stood gazing where he sank;
And when above the surges,
They saw his crest appear,
All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry,
And even the ranks of Tuscany
Could
scarceforbear to cheer.
LXI
But
fiercely ran the current,
Swollen high by months of rain:
And fast his blood was flowing;
And he was sore in pain,
And heavy with his armor,
And spent with changing blows:
And oft they thought him sinking,
But still again he rose.
LXII
Never, I ween, did swimmer,
In such an evil case,
Struggle through such a raging flood
Safe to the
landing place:
But his limbs were borne up
bravelyBy the brave heart within,
And our good father Tiber
Bare
bravely up his chin.
LXIII
``Curse on him!'' quoth false Sextus;
``Will not the
villain drown?
But for this stay, ere close of day
We should have sacked the town!''
``Heaven help him!'' quoth Lars Porsena
``And bring him safe to shore;
For such a
gallant feat of arms
Was never seen before.''
LXIV
And now he feels the bottom;
Now on dry earth he stands;
Now round him
throng the Fathers;
To press his gory hands;
And now, with shouts and clapping,
And noise of
weeping loud,
He enters through the River-Gate
Borne by the
joyous crowd.
LXV
They gave him of the corn-land,
That was of public right,
As much as two strong oxen
Could
plough from morn till night;
And they made a
molten image,
And set it up on high,
And there is stands unto this day
To
witness if I lie.
LXVI
It stands in the Comitium