First spoke the son of Hyrtacus: “Euryalus, daring hands 15
are wanted; the occasion now calls for action; here lies
our way. Do you keep watch and wide look-out, lest any
hand be lifted against us from behind; I will lay these
ranks waste, and give you a broad path to walk in.” So
saying, he checks his voice, and at once with his tyrannous 20
sword assails Rhamnes, who, pillowed on a vast pile of
rugs, was breathing from all his breast the breath of sleep—a
king himself, and king Turnus’ favourite augur;
but his augury availed him not to ward off death. Close