rage; “You, however, shall pay both debts meanwhile
with your heart’s blood,” cries he; and speaking, rushes
with drawn sword on Euryalus. Then, indeed, in frantic
agony, Nisus shouts aloud; no more care had he to hide
himself in darkness, no more strength to bear grief so 15
terrible: “Me, me! behold the doer! make me your mark,
O Rutulians! mine is all the blame; he had no heart, no
hand for such deeds; this heaven, these stars know that
it is true; it was but that he loved his unhappy friend too
well.” Thus he was pleading; but the sword, driven with 20