314Going out, they cross the ditches and through the shadow of night make for the enemy camp, yet destined first to be the death of many. 316Everywhere they see bodies sprawled on the grass in sleep and wine, chariots tilted up on the shore, men lying among the reins and wheels, arms lying about, and wine as well. 319The son of Hyrtacus spoke first thus: 'Euryalus, we must be bold with our right hands; 320now the occasion itself calls. 321Our way lies here. 321You, so that no band can rise against us from behind, keep watch and look out far around; 323I will lay waste here and lead you on by a broad path.' 324So he speaks and checks his voice; 324at once he attacks proud Rhamnes with his sword, who, as it happened, propped up on high rugs, was breathing out sleep from his whole chest.
327He was a king himself, and the augur most dear to King Turnus, but he could not ward off destruction by augury. 329He cuts down three attendants lying carelessly near him among their weapons, and the armour-bearer of Remus, and catching the charioteer right beneath the horses, he severs their drooping necks with the sword; 332then he takes off the head of their master himself and leaves the trunk gurgling blood; 333the ground and the couch are soaked, warmed with dark gore. 334Lamyrus too he slays, and Lamus, and young Serranus, who had played long into that night, remarkable for his looks, and lay with his limbs overcome by much of the god: fortunate, if he had made that game last as long as the night and carried it on into the light.
339Like an unfed lion causing havoc through full sheepfolds (for maddened hunger drives him), he mauls and drags the soft flock, dumb with fear, and roars with bloody mouth: no less is the slaughter of Euryalus; 342he too, inflamed, rages on, and falls upon a great nameless crowd in his path, and Fadus and Herbesus, and Rhoetus and Abaris, unaware; Rhoetus was awake and saw everything, but in fear was hiding behind a great mixing-bowl; 347as he rose, Euryalus buried the whole sword in his breast at close quarters and drew it back with much death. 349He vomits out his crimson life and, dying, brings up wine mixed with blood; 350the other presses on hotly with his stealthy work.
351And now he was making for the comrades of Messapus; 351there he saw the last of the fire dying down, and the horses, tethered in due order, cropping the grass, when Nisus briefly spoke thus, 354for he sensed that his friend was carried away by excessive slaughter and desire: 'Let us stop,' he says, 'for hostile daylight is approaching. 356Enough vengeance has been exacted; a way has been made through the enemy.' 357They leave behind many things of the men's wrought in solid silver, and arms, and mixing-bowls too, and beautiful rugs. 359Euryalus seizes the trappings of Rhamnes and his belt with golden studs, gifts which once the wealthy Caedicus sent to Remulus of Tibur when, though absent, he was forming a bond of friendship; Remulus, dying, gives them to his grandson to have; these Euryalus snatches and fits to his shoulders, brave in vain.
365Then he puts on the helmet of Messapus, well-fitting and handsome with its crest. 366They leave the camp and make for safety.