791Here the fate of your harsh death and your noble deeds, if antiquity will lend any belief to so great an act, and you yourself, young man worthy to be remembered, I shall certainly not pass over in silence. 794He was giving ground, drawing back his foot, crippled and hampered, and trailing the enemy spear-shaft in his shield: the young man burst forward and threw himself among the arms, and as Aeneas was rising with his right hand and bringing down the blow, he came in under the blade and held him back by delaying him. 799His comrades follow with a great shout, so that the father might withdraw protected by his son's shield, and they hurl spears and drive back the enemy from afar with missiles.
802Aeneas rages and keeps himself under cover. 803And as, whenever storm-clouds pour down in a burst of hail, every ploughman scatters from the fields, and every farmer, and the traveller hides in a safe stronghold, either under a river's banks or the arch of a high rock, while it rains on the earth, so that they may ply their day when the sun returns: so Aeneas, buried by weapons from every side, bears the cloud of war until it has all thundered itself out, and rebukes Lausus and threatens Lausus: 'Where are you rushing to your death, daring things greater than your strength? 812Your devotion is deceiving you, rash boy.' 812Yet he exults no less in his madness; 813and now fiercer wrath rises higher in the Dardan leader, and the Parcae gather up the last threads for Lausus: for Aeneas drives his strong sword through the middle of the young man and buries it entire.
817The point passed through the shield, light armour for one so threatening, and the tunic his mother had woven with soft gold, and blood filled its folds; 819then life withdrew sorrowfully through the air to the shades, and left the body. 821But when the son of Anchises saw the look and face of the dying boy, the face pale in wondrous ways, he groaned deeply in pity and stretched out his right hand, and the image of his own love for his father came into his mind. 825'What now, pitiable boy, for such glory, what will dutiful Aeneas give you worthy of so great a nature? 827Keep the arms you delighted in as your own, and I return you to the shades and ashes of your ancestors, if that is any concern to you.
829Yet with this, unhappy one, you will console your wretched death: you fall by the right hand of great Aeneas.' 830He even rebukes his hesitant comrades, and lifts the boy himself from the ground, as he fouled with blood his hair combed in due fashion.