769Aeneas, having spotted him in the long column, prepares to go and meet him. 770He remains undaunted, awaiting his great-hearted enemy, and stands firm in his bulk; 772and measuring with his eyes as much space as is enough for a spear: 'Now let my right hand, my god, and the weapon I poise to throw stand by me! 774I vow that you yourself, Lausus, clad in the spoils stripped from the robber's body, shall be my trophy over Aeneas.' 776He spoke, and hurled his whirring spear from afar; 777but it flies, glances off the shield and pierces noble Antores some way off, between flank and groin, Antores, companion of Hercules, who, sent from Argos, had attached himself to Evander and settled in an Italian city.
781The unfortunate man is laid low by a wound meant for another, looks up at the sky and, dying, remembers his sweet Argos; then dutiful Aeneas throws his spear: it passes through the round shield hollow with triple bronze, through the linen layers and the work interwoven with three bull-hides, and lodged low in the groin, but did not carry its force through. 786Swiftly Aeneas, glad at the sight of the Tyrrhenian's blood, snatches his sword from his thigh and presses hotly on his faltering foe. 789Lausus groaned heavily for love of his dear father when he saw, and tears rolled down his face.