543Caeculus, born of Vulcan's stock, and Umbro, coming from the Marsian mountains, renew the battle lines: the Dardanian rages against them. 545With his sword he had struck off Anxur's left hand and the whole circle of his shield; 547Anxur had spoken some great boast and believed there would be force in his word, and was perhaps lifting his spirit to the sky, and had promised himself grey hairs and long years: Tarquitus, exulting in flashing arms, whom the nymph Dryope had borne to woodland Faunus, threw himself in the blazing hero's way. 552He, drawing back his spear, pins together the breastplate and the huge weight of the shield; 554then, as he begged in vain and was preparing to say much, he strikes his head to the ground, and rolling the warm trunk over, speaks thus above it with hostile heart: 'Lie there now, you fearsome one.
557Your noble mother will not bury you in the ground or weigh your limbs with an ancestral tomb: you will be left to wild birds, or, sunk in the flood, the wave will carry you and hungry fish will lick your wounds.' 561Straightaway he pursues Antaeus and Lucas, first in Turnus' line, and brave Numa and tawny-haired Camers, son of great-hearted Volcens, who was the richest in land of the Ausonians and reigned over silent Amyclae. 565Like Aegaeon, who, they say, had a hundred arms and a hundred hands, and blazed fire from fifty mouths and breasts, when against Jupiter's thunderbolts he clashed with as many matching shields and drew as many swords: so Aeneas rages victorious over the whole field, once his blade grew warm.
570Why, look, he heads for the four-horse team of Niphaeus and their breasts facing him. 572And they, when they saw him striding from afar and roaring dreadfully, turned in fear and, rushing backwards, throw out their master and sweep the chariot to the shore.