Inspire thy mind to make thy challenge good!"
He spoke no more, but hastened, void of fear,
And threatened with his long protended spear.
To whom Mezentius thus:—"Thy vaunts are vain.
My Lausus lies extended on the plain:
He's lost! thy conquest is already won;
The wretched sire is murdered in the son.
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{ Nor fate I fear, but all the gods defy.
{ Forbear thy threats: my business is to die;