curb your passions! the truce is stricken, and all the terms
arranged: none but I has a right to engage: give way to 35
me and have done with alarm: my sword shall ratify the
treaty: this sacrifice has put Turnus in my power.”
While he is crying thus and uttering words like these, lo!
full at the chief flies a hurtling arrow, none knew by
what hand launched, by what wind wafted, who graced
the Rutulians so highly, chance or deity: the glory of the
proud achievement was lost, nor was any known to boast
of having wounded Æneas. 5