691To Turnus the leader, raging in another quarter and throwing men into confusion, word is brought that the enemy is seething with fresh slaughter and offering open gates. 694He abandons what he had begun and, spurred by huge anger, rushes to the Dardanian gate and the arrogant brothers. 696And first Antiphates, for he was first to come forward, the bastard son of tall Sarpedon by a Theban mother, he lays low with a thrown javelin; 698the Italian cornel shaft flies through the yielding air and, fixed in his stomach, passes up under his deep chest: the cavern of the black wound gives back a foaming tide, and the iron grows warm in the pierced lung.
702Then Meropes and Erymas he lays low with his hand, then Aphidnus, then Bitias, his eyes blazing and his heart roaring, not with a javelin, for he would not have given up his life to a javelin, but a great hurled falarica came hissing, driven like a thunderbolt, which neither two bull's hides nor his trusty corselet, doubly scaled with gold, withstood: his huge limbs collapse and fall. 709The earth groans, and the huge shield thunders on top of him. 710So on the Euboean shore of Baiae at times a pier of stone falls, which they first build of great blocks and throw into the sea; 712so it drags ruin down as it falls headlong and, dashed into the shallows, comes to rest deep down: the seas mix together, and black sand rises up; 715then lofty Prochyta trembles at the sound, and Inarime, the hard bed laid on Typhoeus at Jupiter's command.