mighty breast beyond. In vain the youth tears the
reeking dart from the wound: as it parts, blood and life
follow on its track. He falls forward on his wound: his 30
arms resound upon him, and with his bloody jaws in death
he bites the hostile earth. Standing over him, Turnus
began: “Men of Arcady, take heed and carry my words
to Evander: I send back Pallas handled as his sire deserves.
If there be any honour in a tomb, any solace in 35
burial, let him take it freely; his welcome of Æneas will
be costly notwithstanding.” Then with his left foot as