575Meanwhile Lucagus drives into the midst with his pair of white horses, and his brother Liger; 576but the brother guides the horses with the reins, while fierce Lucagus whirls his drawn sword. 578Aeneas did not bear them raging with such fury: he rushed in and appeared, huge, with spear levelled against them. 580To him Liger: 'You do not see the horses of Diomedes nor the chariot of Achilles, nor the plains of Phrygia: now the end of the war and of your life will be given you on this land.' 583Such words fly far and wide from mad Liger. 584But the Trojan hero does not prepare words in reply: for he hurls a javelin at the enemy.
586As Lucagus, leaning forward to the lash, urged on his pair with his weapon, while with left foot thrust out he readied himself for battle, the spear comes in under the lowest rim of his flashing shield, then pierces his left groin: thrown from the chariot, he rolls dying on the fields. 591Dutiful Aeneas addresses him with bitter words: 'Lucagus, no sluggish flight of your horses betrayed your chariot, nor did empty shadows from the enemy turn them aside: you yourself, leaping from the wheels, abandon the yoke.' 594Having spoken thus, he seized the pair; 595the brother, unhappy, slipping down from the same chariot, was stretching out helpless hands: 'By yourself, by the parents who bore you such as you are, Trojan hero, spare this life and pity one who prays.' 599As he pleaded further, Aeneas said: 'Not such were the words you were giving just now.
600Die, and do not desert your brother, brother.' 601Then with his blade he opens the breast, the hiding-place of the soul. 602Such deaths the Dardan leader dealt across the plains, raging like a torrent of water or a black whirlwind. 604At last the boy Ascanius and the young men besieged in vain burst out and leave the camp.