Firm Lausus stands, bearing the battle's brunt, Nor lets Halesus' death his friends dismay.
Dead falls the first who meets him front to front, Brave Abas, knot and holdfast of the fray.
Down go Arcadia's chivalry that day, Down go the Etruscans, and the Teucrians, those Whom Grecian conquerors had failed to slay.
Man locked with man, amid the conflict's throes, With strength and leaders matched, the rival armies close.
LIX.

On press the rearmost, crowding on the van, So thick, that neither hand can stir, nor spear Be wielded; each one struggles as he can.
Here Pallas, there brave Lausus, charge and cheer, Two foes, in age scarce differing by a year.
Both fair of form.

Stern Fate to each forbade His home return.

But Jove allowed not here A meeting; he who great Olympus swayed, Awhile for mightier foes their destined doom delayed.
LX.

Warned by his gracious sister, Turnus flies To take the place of Lausus.