horses to their fate.” With these words he laid hold of
the bridles, while the wretched brother, gliding down 35
from the car, was stretching his recreant hands: “Oh, by
yourself, by the parents that gave such greatness birth,
spare this poor life, brave hero of Troy, and let prayer
find compassion.” Æneas cut short his entreaties; “Not
such were your words a moment ago; die, and forsake
not your brother, as brother should:” and cleaving the
bosom with his sword, he laid bare the seat of breath.
Such were the deaths that the Dardan leader dealt about 5