compete, Triton, roused to jealousy, seized him, if the
story be true, and plunged him in a moment in the billow 20
that laps among the rocks. So they all stood round, uttering
loud shrieks; louder than the rest Æneas the good.
And then without delay they set about the Sibyl’s bidding,
weeping sore, and in mournful rivalry heap up the funeral
pyre with trees, and carry it into the sky. 25
Away they go to an ancient wood, the wild beast’s tall
covert—down go the pitch-trees; the holm-oak rings with
the axe’s blows, and so do the ashen beams; the wedge