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They stood against, prest, with their gauntlets

The lethal bargain’s on hand

Contestants twain, quaint, stiff and potent

They bandied blows, no deliverance

He spawned behavior immodest and inapt

(An) Ignoble and inimical welcome

The challenge’s clear and immediate

One of us must encounter the king

Th’ one like a star in a full sky vault

Th’ other like an acherontic beast

Polydeukes ‘gainst lord Amycus

Two corrivals in a boxing affair

Goad him not for thou’ lt front on defeat

Waive thy pride, withdraw and retreat

Display him not thy brutish ill-mien

Steer clear of troublous Death that’s eath to be seen

They stood against, prest, with their gauntlets

The lethal bargain’s on hand

Huffing and puffing, panting for breath

Gnashing their teeth, inviting Death

Dioskur rushed Him with a blast ‘bove th’ ear

The king fell down, his very life gushed out

Dare him not for thou’ lt front on defeat

Waive all elation, withdraw and retreat

Depict him not thy brutish ill-mien

Steer of spiteful Death that’s readily to be seen

Amycus expired, his end ignites the war

Of ill-fated Bebrycians be the doom they forced to meet, infamous and shameful

Breathless one by one they fall

Headless lie on palace’s floor

Lord’s subjects sink to rise no more

Thus don’t ponce ‘round when facing a fatiferous force

When thy hostile manners raise futile strife

Deny thy pride and skip thy idle rules, conceal, crush and burn ‘em