now, hapless boy, what shall the good Æneas give you
worthy of your merit and of a heart like yours? Let the
arms wherein you took pride be your own still; yourself 30
I restore to the company of your ancestors, their shades
and their ashes, if that be aught to you now. This at
least, ill-starred as you are, shall solace the sadness of
your death: it is great Æneas’ hand that brings you low.”
Then without more ado he chides the slackness of his 35
comrades, and lifts their young chief from the earth, as
he lay dabbling his trim locks with gore.