{ Thy body on thy parents I bestow,
{ To rest thy soul, at least, if shadows know,
{ Or have a sense of human things below.
There to thy fellow-ghosts with glory tell,
'Twas by the great Æneas' hand I fell."
With this, his distant friends he beckons near,
Provokes their duty, and prevents their fear:
Himself assists to lift him from the ground,
With clotted locks, and blood that welled from out the wound.
Meantime, his father, now no father, stood,