Then good Æneas cast his spear, and through the hollow round Of triple brass, through linen skin, through craftsmanship inwound, With threefold bull-hides, pierced the shaft, and in the groin did lie, Nor further could its might avail. Then swiftly from his thigh Æneas caught his glaive, and glad the Tyrrhene blood to see, Set on upon his wildered foe hot-heart and eagerly. But Lausus, by his father's love sore moved, did all behold, And groaned aloud, while o'er his cheeks a heavy tear-flood rolled 790 --Ah, I will tell of thine ill-fate and deeds that thou hast done; If any troth in stories told may reach from yore agone, My speech, O unforgotten youth, in nowise shalt thou lack-- The father with a halting foot hampered and spent drew back, Still dragging on the foeman's spear that hung amid his shield; But mingling him in battle-rush the son took up the field, And as Æneas' right hand rose well laden with the blow He ran beneath, bore off the sword, and stayed the eager foe, And with a mighty shout behind his fellows follow on, While shielded by his son's defence the father gat him gone, 800 And shafts they cast and vex the foe with weapon shot afar. Mad wroth Æneas grows, but bides well covered from the war; And as at whiles the clouds come down with furious pelt of hail, And every driver of the plough the beaten lea doth fail, And every one that works afield, while safe the traveller lurks In castle of the river-bank or rock-wrought cloister-works, The while the rain is on the earth, that they may wear the day When once again the sun comes back;--so on Æneas lay The shaft-storm, so the hail of fight loud thundering he abode, And Lausus with the wrath of words, Lausus with threats did load. 810 "Ah, whither rushest thou to die, and darest things o'ergreat? Thy love betrays thine heedless heart." No less, the fool of fate, He rusheth on, till high and fierce the tide of wrath doth win O'er heart of that Dardanian duke, and now the Parcæ spin Lausus' last thread: for his stark sword Æneas drives outright Through the young body, hiding it hilt-deep therein from light It pierced the shield and glittering gear wherewith he threatened war, And kirtle that his mother erst with gold had broidered o'er, And flooded all his breast with blood; and woeful down the wind His spirit sought the under-world, and left his corpse behind. 820