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But Lycus, swifter of his feet by far,
Runs, doubles, _xmds and turns, amidst the war; Springs to the walls, and leaves his foes behind,
And           at the beam he first can find; Looks up, and leaps aloft at all the stretch,
In hopes the helping hand of some kind friend to reach But Turnus follo_'d hard his hunted prey
(His spear had ahnost reach'd hml in the way,
Short of his reins, and scarce a span behind).