"Rhaebus, full long, if aught of earth be long, We two have lived.

AEneas' head to-day, And spoils, blood-crimsoned to avenge this wrong, Back shalt thou bring, or, failing in the fray, Bite earth with me, and be the Dardan's prey.
Not thou would'st brook a foreign lord, I weet, Brave heart, or deign a Teucrian to obey." He spoke, and, mounting to his well-known seat, Swift at the ranks spurred forth, his dreaded foe to meet.
CXVII.

Each hand a keen dart brandished; o'er his head Gleamed the brass helmet with its horse-hair crest.
Shame for himself, and sorrow for the dead, The parent's anguish, and the warrior's zest, Thrilled through his veins, and kindled in his breast, And thrice he called AEneas.

With delight AEneas heard him, and his vows addressed: "So help me Jove, so Phoebus lend his might, Come on," and couched his spear, advancing to the fight.
CXVIII.

"Wretch," cries Mezentius, "having robbed my son, Why scare me now?
Thy terrors I defy.
Only through Lausus were his sire undone.
I heed not death nor deities, not I; Forbear thy taunting; I am here to die, But send this gift to greet thee, ere I go." He spake, and quickly let a javelin fly, Another--and another, as round the foe In widening orbs he wheels; the good shield bides the blow.
CXIX.