boasting shall not be long or unavenged; for thee,
too, a like fate is watching, and thou shalt soon lie on 5
these self-same fields.” Mezentius answers, with hate
mantling in his smile: “Die now. The sire of gods and
king of men shall make his account with me.” So saying,
he drew forth the spear from the body: the heavy rest
of iron slumber settles down on its eyes, and their beams 10
are curtained in everlasting night.
Cædicus slaughters Alcathous, Sacrator Hydaspes, Rapo
kills Parthenius and Orses of iron frame, Messapus slays