eyes and countenances steadfastly fixed on each other.
Then Drances, elder in birth, ever embroiled with the 30
youthful Turnus by hatred and taunting word, thus speaks
in reply: “O mighty in fame’s voice, mightier in your own
brave deeds, hero of Troy, what praise shall I utter to
match you with the stars? Shall I first admire your sacred
love of right, or the toils of your hand in war? Ours it 35
shall be gratefully to report your answer to our native
town, and should any favouring chance allow, make you
the friend of king Latinus. Let Turnus look for alliance