Aen. 10.769Huic contrā Aenēās, speculātus in agmine longō,
770obvius īre parat.Aeneas, having spotted him in the long column, prepares to go and meet him. Aen. 10.770Manet imperterritus ille,
hostem magnanimum opperiēns, et mōle suā stat;He remains undaunted, awaiting his great-hearted enemy, and stands firm in his bulk; Aen. 10.772atque oculīs spatium ēmēnsus, quantum satis hastae:
Dextra mihi deus et tēlum, quod missile librō,
nunc adsint!and 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! Aen. 10.774Voveō praedōnis corpore raptīs
775indūtum spoliīs ipsum tē, Lause, tropaeum
Aenēae.I vow that you yourself, Lausus, clad in the spoils stripped from the robber's body, shall be my trophy over Aeneas.' Aen. 10.776Dīxit strīdentemque ēminus hastam
iēcit;He spoke, and hurled his whirring spear from afar; Aen. 10.777at illa volāns clipeō est excussa proculque
ēgregium Antorēn latus inter et īlia fīgit,
Herculis Antorēn comitem, quī missus ab Argīs
780haeserat Euandrō atque Ītalā cōnsēderat urbe.but 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.
Aen. 10.781Sternitur īnfēlīx aliēnō volnere caelumque
aspicit et dulcīs moriēns reminīscitur Argōs
tum pius Aenēās hastam iacit: illa per orbem
aere cavum triplicī, per līnea terga tribusque
785trānsit intextum taurīs opus īmaque sēdit
inguine, sed vīrīs haud pertulit.The 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. Aen. 10.786Ōcius ēnsem
Aenēās, vīsō Tyrrhēnī sanguine laetus,
ēripit ā femine et trepidantī fervidus īnstat.Swiftly Aeneas, glad at the sight of the Tyrrhenian's blood, snatches his sword from his thigh and presses hotly on his faltering foe. Aen. 10.789Ingemuit cārī graviter genitōris amōre,
790ut vīdit, Lausus, lacrimaeque per ōra volūtae.Lausus groaned heavily for love of his dear father when he saw, and tears rolled down his face.