Ilioneus with a rock's huge fragment quelled Lucetius, creeping to the gate below With fire.

Asylas Corynaeus felled, Liger Emathion, one skilled to throw The flying dart, one famous with the bow.
Caenus--brief triumph!--made Ortygius fall, With Dioxippus, Turnus lays him low, Then Itys, Clonius, Promolus withal, Sagaris, and Idas last, the warder of the wall.
LXXIV.

There, slain by Capys, poor Privernus lay, Grazed by Themilla's javelin; with a start The madman flung his trusty shield away, And clapped his left hand to the wounded part, Fain, as he thought, to ease him of the smart.
Thereat, a light-winged arrow, unespied, Whirred on the wind.

It missed the warrior's heart, But pierced his hand, and pinned it to his side, And, entering, clave the lung, and with a gasp he died.
LXXV.

With broidered scarf of Spanish crimson, stood A comely youth, young Arcens was his name, Sent by his father, from Symaethus' flood, And nurtured in his mother's grove, he came, Where, rich and kind, Palicus' altars flame.
His lance laid by, thrice whirling round his head The whistling thong, Mezentius took his aim.
Clean through his temples hissed the molten lead, And prostrate in the dust, the gallant youth lay dead.
LXXVI.