Capaneus

Haste, dear son of Capaneus, descend from thy chariot, that thou mayest draw from my shoulder the bitter shaft.

On these terms this Capaneus of a poet engaged his two immortal predecessors, and his success was answerable to his enterprise.

"Receive me, Capaneus; we will mingle our ashes," said the daughter of Iphis, and she leapt on the midst of the pile.

For Campaneus you wolde reade Capaneus, wherunto I cannott yelde.

Master Thynne would read Campaneus for Capaneus, and giveth reasons.