Lace-work of gashes; the Shade shivered o’er
Dishonouring wounds, and bent, striving sore
To hide them, and himself.—
Hardly, at last
Æneas knew; and, with tears flowing fast,
Forced him to turn:
“Knight, Prince, Deiphobus,
Whose the force, will, to have outraged thee thus?
I had heard, on the death-night of our Town,
On a pile slain thou laid’st thee dying down.