more; even so, stormed on by javelins from all sides,
Æneas endures the thunder-cloud of war till all its artillery
be spent, and keeps chiding Lausus and threatening 10
Lausus: “Whither are you rushing on your death, with
aims beyond your strength? Your duteous heart blinds
your reckless valour.” Yet he bates not a jot in his
frantic onslaught: and now the Dardan leader’s wrath
surges into fury, and the fatal sisters are gathering up 15
Lausus’ last thread, for Æneas drives his forceful blade
sheer through the youth’s body, and buries it wholly