one word more: “We are summoned hence by the same
fearful destiny of war to shed other tears: I bid you hail
forever, mightiest Pallas, and forever farewell.” Saying
this and this only, he turned to the lofty walls again, and
bent his footsteps campward.
And now appeared the ambassadors from the town of
Latium, with the coverings of their olive boughs, entreating 5
an act of grace: the bodies which were lying over the
plains as the steel had mowed them down they pray him
to restore, and suffer them to pass under the mounded