Aen. 10.791Hīc mortis dūrae cāsum tuaque optima facta,
Sīqua fidem tantō est operī lātūra vetustās,
nōn equidem nec tē, iuvenis memorande, silēbō.Here 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. Aen. 10.794Ille pedem referēns et inūtilis inque ligātus
795cēdēbat clipeōque inimīcum hastīle trahēbat:
prōrūpit iuvenis sēsēque immiscuit armīs
iamque adsurgentis dextrā plagamque ferentis
Aenēae subiit mūcrōnem ipsumque morandō
sustinuit.He 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. Aen. 10.799Sociī magnō clamōre sequuntur,
800dum genitor nātī parmā prōtēctus abīret,
tēlaque coniciunt prōturbantque ēminus hostem
missilibus.His 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.
Aen. 10.802Furit Aenēās tēctusque tenet sē.Aeneas rages and keeps himself under cover. Aen. 10.803Ac velut effūsā sīquandō grandine nimbī
praecipitant, omnis campīs diffugit arātor
805omnis et agricola et tūtā latet arce viātor,
aut amnis rīpīs aut altī fornice saxī,
dum pluit in terrīs, ut possint sōle reductō
exercēre diem: sīc obrutus undique tēlīs
Aenēās nūbem bellī, dum dētonet omnis,
810sustinet et Lausum increpitat Lausōque minātur:
Quō moritūre ruis maiōraque vīribus audēs?And 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? Aen. 10.812Fallit tē incautum pietās tua.Your devotion is deceiving you, rash boy.' Aen. 10.812Nec minus ille
exsultat dēmēns;Yet he exults no less in his madness; Aen. 10.813saevae iamque altius īrae
Dardaniō surgunt ductōrī, extrēmaque Lausō
815Parcae fīla legunt: validum namque exigit ēnsem
per medium Aenēās iuvenem tōtumque recondit.and 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.
Aen. 10.817Trānsiit et parmam mūcrō, levia arma minācis,
et tunicam, mollī māter quam nēverat aurō,
implēvitque sinum sanguis;The 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; Aen. 10.819tum vīta per aurās
820concessit maesta ad mānīs corpusque relīquit.then life withdrew sorrowfully through the air to the shades, and left the body. Aen. 10.821At vērō ut voltum vīdit morientis et ōra,
ōra modīs Anchīsiadēs pallentia mīrīs,
ingemuit miserāns graviter dextramque tetendit,
et mentem patriae subiit pietātis imāgō.But 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. Aen. 10.825Quid tibi nunc, miserande puer, prō laudibus istīs,
quid pius Aenēās tantā dabit indole dignum?'What now, pitiable boy, for such glory, what will dutiful Aeneas give you worthy of so great a nature? Aen. 10.827Arma, quibus laetātus, habē tua, tēque parentum
mānibus et cinerī, Sīqua est ea cūra, remittō.Keep 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.
Aen. 10.829Hoc tamen īnfēlīx miseram sōlābere mortem:
830Aenēae magnī dextrā cadis.Yet with this, unhappy one, you will console your wretched death: you fall by the right hand of great Aeneas.' Aen. 10.830Increpat ultrō
cūnctantīs sociōs et terrā sublevat ipsum,
sanguine turpantem cōmptōs dē mōre capillōs.He even rebukes his hesitant comrades, and lifts the boy himself from the ground, as he fouled with blood his hair combed in due fashion.