The deeds and death of Camilla are recounted: Aruns, her slayer, is slain by Opis (739-972).

The Latins are routed, and Turnus, learning the news, abandons the ambush and hurries to the city, closely followed by AEneas (973-1026).
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Meanwhile from Ocean peeps the dawning day.
The Dardan chief, though fain his friends to mourn, And pressed with thoughts of burial, hastes to pay His vows, as victor, with the rising morn.
A towering oak-tree, of its branches shorn, He plants upon a mound.

Aloft, in sight, The glittering armour from Mezentius torn, His spoils, he hangs,--a trophy to thy might, Great Mars, the Lord of war, the Ruler of the fight.
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Thereon he sets the helmet and the crest, Bedewed with gore, the javelins snapt in twain, And fits the corslet on the warrior's breast, Pierced in twelve places through the twisted chain.
The left arm, as for battle, bears again The brazen shield, and from the neck depends The ivory-hilted falchion of the slain.
Around, with shouts of triumph, crowd his friends, Whom thus the Dardan chief with gladdening words commends: III.