all grief is over. I will give you a pair of goblets wrought
with silver and rough from the chasing-tool, which my
father took when he conquered Arisba, a couple of tripods,
two great talents of gold, and an ancient bowl, Sidonian
Dido its donor. But if it be our victorious fortune to 35
conquer Italy and attain the crown, and appoint the lot
for the booty—you saw the horse which Turnus rode, the
arms in which he moved all golden—that horse, that
shield, and the scarlet crest I will set apart from the lot,
and count it, Nisus, yours already. Moreover, my sire