439Meanwhile his kindly sister warns Turnus to take Lausus' place, and he cuts through the middle of the column in his swift chariot. 441When he saw his comrades: 'It is time to leave off fighting; 442I alone advance against Pallas; to me alone Pallas is owed; 443I wish his father himself were here to watch.' 444So he speaks, and his comrades withdrew from the field as ordered. 445But then the young man, at the Rutulians' withdrawal, marvelling at the proud command, stands amazed at Turnus, rolls his eyes over that huge body and surveys it all from afar with a fierce look, and with such words goes to meet the words of the tyrant: 'Either I shall be praised now for seizing the richest spoils, or for a glorious death: my father is equal to either lot.
451Away with your threats.' 451Having spoken, he advances into the middle of the field. 452The blood runs cold and gathers in the Arcadians' hearts. 453Turnus leapt down from his chariot, and makes ready to go on foot, hand to hand; 454and as a lion, when from a high lookout he has seen a bull standing far off in the plains, intent on battle, flies at him: no different is the look of Turnus as he comes. 457When Pallas believed Turnus would be within reach of a thrown spear, he went first, in case chance might help one who dared with unequal strength, and so speaks to the great sky: 'By my father's hospitality and the table to which you came as a stranger, I beg you, Alcides, stand by my great attempt.
462Let him see me tearing the bloody arms from his half-dead body, and let the dying eyes of Turnus endure me as victor.' 464Alcides heard the young man, and pressed down a great groan deep in his heart, and shed vain tears. 466Then the Father addresses his son with kindly words: 'Each has his day fixed; brief and irreparable is the span of life for all; but to extend fame by deeds, that is the work of courage. 469Under the high walls of Troy so many sons of gods fell; 470indeed, among them fell Sarpedon, my own offspring. 471Turnus too is called by his fates, and he has reached the limits of the life given him.' 473So he speaks, and turns his eyes away from the Rutulian fields.
474But Pallas hurls his spear with great strength and snatches his flashing sword from its hollow sheath. 476The spear flies and strikes where the top of the shoulder-covering rises, and forcing a way through the rim of the shield, at last even grazed the great body of Turnus.