Ere long he meets him clamouring, and down His throat he drives the griding sword amain, And takes his life, ere laying down his own.
Then, pierced he sinks upon his comrade slain, And death's long slumber puts an end to pain.
O happy pair! if aught my verse ensure, No length of time shall make your memory wane, While, throned upon the Capitol secure, The AEneian house shall reign, and Roman rule endure.
LVIII.

Weeping, the victors took the spoils and prey, And back dead Volscens to their camp they bore.
Nor less the wailing in the camp that day, Brave Rhamnes found, and many a captive more, Numa, Serranus, weltering in their gore.
Thick round the dead and dying, where the plain Reeks freshly with the frothing blood, they pour.
Sadly they know Messapus' spoils again, The trappings saved with sweat, the helmet of the slain.
LIX.

Now, rising from Tithonus' saffron couch, The Goddess of the dawn with orient ray Sprinkled the earth, and 'neath the wakening touch Of sunlight, all things stand revealed to-day.
Turnus himself, accoutred for the fray, Wakes up his warriors with the morning light.
At once each captain marshals in array His company, in brazen arms bedight, And rumours whet their rage, and prick them to the fight.
LX.

Nay more, aloft upon the javelin's end, With shouts they bear--a miserable sight!-- The heads, the heads of Nisus and his friend.
On the walls' left--the river flanked their right-- The sturdy Trojans stand arrayed for fight, And line the trenches and each lofty tower, Sad, while the foemen, clamorous with delight, March onward, with the heroes' heads before, Well known--alas! too well--and dropping loathly gore.
LXI.

Now Fame, winged herald, through the wildered town Swift to Euryalus' mother speeds her way.
Life's heat forsakes her; from her hand drops down The shuttle, and the task-work rolls away.
Forth with a shriek, like women in dismay, Rending her hair, in frantic haste she flies, And seeks the ramparts and the war's array, Heedless of darts and dangers and surprise, Heedless of armed men, and fills the heaven with cries.
LXII.