till at last he lodges it full in the Rutulian’s face, as he
shrieks for aid, and dying robs his foe of life. Then he
flung himself on his breathless friend, pierced through
and through, and there at length slept away in peaceful
death. 35
Happy pair! if this my song has aught of potency, no
lapse of days shall efface your names from the memory of
time, so long as the house of Æneas shall dwell on the
Capitol’s moveless rock, and a Roman father shall be the
world’s lord.