Pallas, who on the Grecian side is, Supports the courage of Tydides, And quickly made the varlet sound, By bathing well an ugly wound With salt and water, which betwixt Her legs she carried, ready mixt: With the same stuff she wash'd one eye So clear, that he the gods could spy. But hark, says she, a word between us Pray make a thrust at none but Venus; I'll give you leave her buff to enter, But don't on any others venture: Nor shall you that sly gipsey nick, With any weapon but your—stick. Two Trojans now come on with speed, To box this bully Diomed. The first is quickly tumbled down, And t'other would have follow'd soon, But Venus coming in the nick Her bastard sav'd, but got a prick In her soft hand, which made her roar; She ne'er felt such a prick before. Apollo runs to help her out, And lugs Æneas from the rout. Mars, finding all the Trojans slack, Claps bully Hector on the back. Æneas, cur'd, returns to battle, And makes the Grecian doublets rattle, Whilst great Sarpedon in this fuss Kills the foul'd-mouth'd Tlepolemus: Pallas and Juno come from heav'n, And find affairs at six and seven: Diom. they send 'gainst Bully Mars; He wounds his godship in the arse, Who made more noise by far with roaring, Than the whole bench of judges snoring.