No sluggish delay holds Turnus from his work: with fiery speed he sweeps his whole army against the Teucrians, and plants them in the foe’s face on the shore. The 20 clarions sound: first dashed Æneas on the rustic ranks, a presage of the fight’s fortune, and disarrayed the Latians, slaying Theron, who in his giant strength is assailing Æneas: piercing through quilted brass and tunic stiff with gold the sword devours his unguarded side. Next 25 he strikes Lycus, who was cut from the womb of his dead mother and consecrated to thee, Apollo, because his baby life had been suffered to scape the peril of the steel. Hard by, as iron Cisseus and gigantic Gyas were laying low his host with their clubs, he casts them down in 30 death: nought availed them; the weapons of Hercules or strong hands to wield them, or Melampus their sire, Alicides’ constant follower, long as earth found for him those grievous tasks. See there, as Pharus is hurling forth words without deeds, he flings at him his javelin 35 and plants it in the bawler’s mouth. Thou, too, Cydon, while following with ill-starred quest the blooming Clytius, thy latest joy, hadst lain stretched on the ground by the Dardan hand, a piteous spectacle, at rest from the passions that were ever in thy heart; but thy brethren met the foe in close band, the progeny of Phorcus: seven their number, seven the darts they throw; some rebound idly from shield and helm, some as they grazed the frame were 5 turned aside by Venus’ gentle power. Quick spoke Æneas to true Achates: “Give me store of weapons; not one shall my hand hurl in vain against the Rutulians, of all that have quivered in Grecian flesh on the plains of Troy.” With that he seizes his mighty spear and launches 10 it: flying on it crashes through the brass of Mæon’s shield and rends breastplate and breast at once. Swift comes his brother Alcanor and props with his hand the falling man: piercing the arm the spear flies onward and holds its bloody course, and the dying hand dangles by the 15 sinews from the shoulder-blade. Then Numitor, snatching the javelin from his brother’s body, assails Æneas; yet it might not lodge in the enemy’s front, but just grazed the thigh of mighty Achates.