poising, vouchsafe their aid! I vow that you, my Lausus,
clad in spoils torn from yonder robber’s carcase, shall
stand in your own person the trophy of Æneas.” He
said, and threw from far his hurtling lance: flying onward,
it glances aside from the shield, and strikes in the 10
distance noble Antores twixt side and flank, Antores,
comrade of Hercules, who, sent from Argos, had cloven to
Evander’s fortunes and sat him down in an Italian home.
Now he falls, ill-fated, by a wound meant for other, and
gazes on the sky, and dreams in death of his darling Argos. 15