and nodding their lofty crowns. In rush the Rutulians
when they see the entry clear. In a moment Quercens and
Aquicolus in his brilliant armour and headlong Tmarus
and Hæmon, scion of Mars, with all their followers, are
routed and turned to flight, or on the threshold of the gate 30
have resigned their lives. At this the wrath of the combatants
flames yet higher, and the Trojans rally and muster
in one spot and venture to engage hand to hand and to
advance farther into the plain.
Turnus, the chief, while venting his rage elsewhere and 35