In death unspeakable, I see them wheeling, I hear their dying groans. What am I doing? What gulf, what chasm, is deep enough to hide me? Pity me, winds; dash this accursèd vessel On rocks, on reefs, on any savage quicksands. I, Turnus, plead with all my heart, ah, strand me Beyond all reach, where rumor or Rutulian May neither one pursue me.” His doubting spirit, Mad with so much disgrace, was undecided Whether to let the sword drive through the body, Or dive and swim for it, toward camp and Trojans. Three times he tried each way, three times his hand, His will, were stayed by Juno in her mercy And the tall ship, on wind and tide, was carried On to Ardea, Daunus’ lofty city. Meanwhile, at Jove’s command, Mezentius, burning, Entered the fight, swept through the cheering Trojans. The Etruscan ranks rush on; against Mezentius All turn their hate, their weapons. But he stands Firm as a cliff, a jutting promontory In the great deep, exposed to the winds’ anger, Taking all violence of sky and ocean, Itself unmoved, immovable. Mezentius Slew Hebrus, son of Dolichaon, and with him Latagus and the running Palmus; Palmus He hamstrung from behind, and left him writhing, And gave his arms to Lausus, mail for his shoulders, Plumes for the helmet. A rock brought down Latagus, Smashing his mouth, full in the face. Evanthes Fell victim, and Paris’ comrade fell, that Mimas Whose mother gave him birth on the same evening When Hecuba was delivered of her firebrand. As a wild boar, sheltered for many years In woods of pine or tracts of marshland, nourished On reeds thick-grown, is driven from the mountains By the sharp-toothed hunting-dogs, and comes to the nets, And makes a stand, and snorts in savage anger, And bristles up his shoulders, and no one dares Come any nearer, but they all assail him At a safe distance, pelting him and shouting, And he is fierce and bold and very stubborn, Gnashing his teeth, and shaking off the weapons, Even so, like that wild boar, Mezentius held them At bay, all those who hated him; they dared not Close with the sword; they kept their distance, shouting, Assailing him, but out of reach, with missiles.