conqueror plunged into his fronting breast the length of
his sword, and drew it back with a torrent of death. The
dying man vomits forth his crimson life, and disgorges
mingled wine and blood: the foe pursues his stealthy work. 10
And now he was making for Messapus’ followers, for there
he saw the flicker of dying fires, and horses tied and browsing
at their ease; when thus spoke Nisus in brief, seeing
him hurried on by passion and excess of slaughter: “Forbear
we now; the daylight, our enemy, is at hand; we 15
have supped on vengeance to the full; a highway is open