Aen. 10.308Nec Turnum segnis retinet mora, sed rapit ācer
tōtam aciem in Teucrōs et contrā in lītore sistit.Nor does sluggish delay hold Turnus back, but he fiercely sweeps his whole line against the Teucrians and halts facing them on the shore. Aen. 10.310Signa canunt.The trumpets sound. Aen. 10.310Prīmus turmās invāsit agrestīs
Aenēās, ōmen pugnae, strāvitque Latīnōs
occīsō Thērōne, virum quī maximus ultrō
Aenēān petit: huic gladiō perque aerea sūta,
per tunicam squālentem aurō latus haurit apertum.Aeneas first attacked the rustic squadrons, an omen for the battle, and laid low the Latins, killing Theron, the biggest of the men, who went for Aeneas unprovoked: through the bronze links and through the tunic stiff with gold he pierces his exposed side with his sword. Aen. 10.315Inde Lichān ferit, exsectum iam mātre perēmptā
et tibi, Phoebe, sacrum: cāsūs ēvādere ferrī
quō licuit parvō?Then he strikes Lichas, cut from his mother's womb when she was already dead, and consecrated to you, Phoebus: to what end was he allowed as an infant to escape the hazard of the steel? Aen. 10.317Nec longē Cissēa dūrum
immānemque Gyān, sternentīs agmina clāvā,
dēiēcit Lētō: nihil illōs Herculis arma
320nec validae iūvēre manūs genitorque Melampūs,
Alcīdae comes ūsque gravīs dum terra labōrēs
praebuit.Not far off he threw down to Death tough Cisseus and huge Gyas, who felled whole ranks with their clubs: Hercules' arms did them no good, nor their strong hands, nor their father Melampus, companion of Alcides as long as the earth furnished him heavy labours.
Aen. 10.322Ecce Pharō, vōcēs dum iactat inertīs,
intorquēns iaculum clāmantī sistit in ōre.Look, as Pharus hurls idle words, he whirls a javelin and plants it in his shouting mouth. Aen. 10.324Tū quoque, flāventem prīmā lānūgine mālās
325dum sequeris Clytium īnfēlīx, nova gaudia, Cydōn,
Dardaniā strātus dextrā, sēcūrus amōrum,
quī iuvenum tibi semper erant, miserande iacērēs,
nī frātrum stīpāta cohors foret obvia, Phorcī
prōgeniēs, septem numerō, septēnaque tēla
330coniciunt;You too, unhappy Cydon, while you followed Clytius, your new joy, his cheeks golden with their first down, laid low by the Dardan right hand, free of the loves you always had for young men, would be lying, pitiable, had not a close-packed band of brothers come to meet him, the sons of Phorcus, seven in number, and they hurl seven spears; Aen. 10.330partim galeā clipeōque resultant
inrīta, dēflexit partim stringentia corpus
alma Venus.some rebound vainly from his helmet and shield, others, grazing his body, kindly Venus turned aside. Aen. 10.332Fīdum Aenēās adfātur Achātēn:
Suggere tēla mihi: nōn ūllum dextera frūstrā
torserit in Rutulōs, stetērunt quae in corpore Grāium
335Īliacīs campīs.Aeneas addresses faithful Achates: 'Supply me with spears: my right hand will not hurl a single one in vain against the Rutulians of those that stood in the bodies of the Greeks on the plains of Ilium.' Aen. 10.335Tum magnam corripit hastam
et iacit: illa volāns clipeī trānsverberat aera
Maeonis et thōraca simul cum pectore rumpit.Then he seizes a great spear and throws: it flies and pierces the bronze of Maeon's shield and bursts through breastplate and breast together.
Aen. 10.338Huic frāter subit Alcānor frātremque ruentem
sustentat dextrā: trāiectō missa lacertō
340prōtinus hasta fugit servatque cruenta tenōrem,
dexteraque ex umerō nervīs moribunda pependit.His brother Alcanor comes up and supports his falling brother with his right hand: the spear, sent through his arm, flies straight on and keeps its bloody course, and the right hand hung dying from the shoulder by the sinews. Aen. 10.342Tum Numitor iaculō frātris dē corpore raptō
Aenēān petiit;Then Numitor, snatching the javelin from his brother's body, aimed at Aeneas; Aen. 10.343sed nōn et fīgere contrā
est licitum, magnīque femur perstrīnxit Achātae.but he was not permitted to pierce him in turn, and grazed the thigh of great Achates.