slime and poison of that sickening embrace would destroy
them thus by a lingering dissolution. At last, wearied 20
by oppression, his subjects in arms besiege the frantic
monster himself and his palace, slay his retainers, shower
firebrands on his roof. He, mid the carnage, escapes to
Rutulian territory, and shelters himself under Turnus’
friendly power. So all Etruria has risen in righteous 25
wrath; at once, at the sword’s point, they demand that
the king be surrendered to their vengeance. Of these
thousands, Æneas, I will make you general. For along