both the twain
He hangeth up and beareth on shedding a bloody rain.

Talon and Tanais therewith, Cethegus stout to do,
All three at once the Trojan sped, and sad Onytes slew,
Whom to the name of Echion Peridia's womb did yield.

Then Turnus slew the brethren sent from Phoebus' Lycian field:
Menates, too, of Arcady, who loathed the war in vain;
By fruitful fishy Lerna's flood was once his life and gain,
And unrich house, and nought he knew of mighty men's abode,
And hired for a price of men the earth his father sowed. 520

As when two fires, that on a while are sped from diverse ways,
Run through the dry and tinder wood, and crackling twigs of bays;
As when from off the mountain-tops two hurrying rivers speed,
And foaming, roaring, as they rush, drive down to ocean's mead,
And each one wastes his proper road; no slothfuller than these,
AEneas, Turnus, fare afield; swell up the anger-seas
In both their hearts; torn are their breasts that know not how to yield,
In speeding of the wounding-craft their utter might they wield.

Murranus, as his sires of sires and ancient name he sings,
And boasts his blood come far adown the line of Latin kings, 530
AEneas, with a mighty rock and whirlwind of a stone,
O'erthrows, and stretches on the earth; the wain-wheels roll him on,
Amid the bridle and the yoke, whom there upon the sward
The hurrying hoofs of horses pound, remembering not their lord.

Then Hyllus' onset, and his heart with fury all aglow,
Doth Turnus meet; who hurls a shaft against his golden brow,
And through the helm the war-spear flies, and in the brain is stayed.
Thee, Cretheus, bravest of the Greeks, thine hands did nothing aid
To snatch from Turnus.
Nought his Gods did their Cupencus cloak
Against AEneas' rush of war; breast-on he met the stroke, 540
And nought availed that hapless one the tarrying golden shield.

Thee also, warring AEolus, did that Laurentine field
See fallen, and cumbering the earth with body laid alow;
Thou diest, whom the Argive hosts might never overthrow,
Nor that Achilles' hand that wrought the Priam's realm its wrack.
Here was thy meted mortal doom; high house 'neath Ida's back,
High house within Lyrnessus' garth, grave in Laurentine lea.
Now all the hosts to fight are turned, and