So he, but answering thereunto this word Æneas spake: 530 "Thy gold and silver talent's weight, whereof thou tell'st such store, Spare for thy sons! thy Turnus slew such chaffering of war When Pallas' death he brought about a little while ago; So deems my sire Anchises' ghost, Iulus deemeth so." Then with his left he caught the helm and hilt-deep thrust the blade Into the back-bent throat of him e'en as the prayer he prayed. Not far hence was Hæmonides, Phoebus' and Trivia's priest, The holy fillets on his brow, his glory well increased With glorious arms, and glittering gear shining on every limb. Him the King chaseth o'er the field, and, standing over him, 540 Hides him in mighty dusk of death; whose gleanèd battle-gear, A gift to thee, O battle-god, back doth Serestus bear. Then Cæculus of Vulcan's stem the hedge of battle fills, And Umbro cometh unto fight down from the Marsian hills. On them his rage the Dardan child let slip. But next his blade Anxur's left hand and orbèd shield upon the meadow laid. Proud things had Anxur said, and deemed his word was matched by might, And so perchance he raised his soul up to the heavenly height, And hoary eld he looked to see, and many a peaceful year. Tarquitius, proud of heart and soul, in glittering battle-gear, 550 Whom the nymph Dryope of yore to woodland Faunus gave, Came thrusting thwart his fiery way; his back-drawn spear he drave, Pinning his mail-coat unto him, and mighty mass of shield: His vainly-praying head, that strove with words, upon the field He swept therewith, and rolling o'er his carcase warm with death, Above him from the heart of hate such words as this he saith: "Lie there, fear-giver! no more now thy mother most of worth Shall load thee with thy father's tomb, or lay thee in the earth: Thou shalt be left to birds of prey, or deep adown the flood The waves shall bear thee, and thy wounds be hungry fishes' food." 560 Next Lucas and Antæus stout, foremost of Turnus' men, He chaseth: Numa staunch of heart and yellow Camers then; A man from high-souled Volscens sprung, field-wealthiest one of all Ausonian men, and lord within the hushed Amyclæ's wall.