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Æneis erects a trophy of the spoils of Mezentius;
grants a truce for burying the dead ; and sends home the body of Pallas with great folemnity. Latius calls a council to propose offers of peace to Æneas, which occafions great animosity betwixt Turnus and Drances : in the mean time there is a sharp engagement of the horse; wherein Camilla fignalizes her." felf; is killed : and the Latine troops are intirely defeated.
Above the waves, and left her watery bed;
The coat of arms by proud Mezentius worn,
Our toils, my friends, are crown'd with fure success: The greater part perform’d, atchieve the less. Now follow.chearful to the trembling town; Press but an entrance, and presume it won. Fear is no more : for fierce Mezentius lies,
25 As the firft fruits.of war, a sacrifice. Turnus shall stand extended on the pain ; And in this omen is already slain. Prepar'd in arms, pursue your happy chance : | That none unwarn’d, may plead his ignorance: And I, at heaven's appointed hour, may
35 "To nield their shadows from contempt below. That conquer'd earth be theirs for which they fought; And which for us with their own blood they bought.
But first the corpfe of our unhappy friend,
-40 Who not inglorious in his age's bloom Was hurry'd hence by too severe a doom.
Thus, weeping while he spoke, he took his way, Wherc, now in death, lamented Pallas lay : Acoetes watch'd the corpse; whose youth deserv'd 4.5 The father's trust, and now the son he serv'd With equal faith, but less auspicious care: Th' attendants of the slain his sorrow share. A troop of Trojans mix'd with these appear, And mourning matrons with dishevel'd hair. Soon as the prince appears, they raise a cry; All beat their breasts, and echoes rend the sky. They rear his drooping forehead from the ground; But when Æneas view'd the grily wound Which Pallas in his inanly bosom bore,
55 And the fair flesh diftain'd with purple gore : First, melting into tears, the pious man Deplor'd so sad a fight, then thus began :
Unhappy youth! when fortune gave the rest Of my full wishes, the refus’d the best!
60 She came; but brought not thee along, to bless My longing eyes, and share in my success : She grudg'd thy fafe return, the triumphs due To prosperous valour, in the public view. Not thus I promis’d, when my father lent Thy needless succour with a fad confent; Embrac'd me parting for th’ Etrurian land, And sept ine to posiels a large command.
He warn'd, and from his own experience told,
Thus having mourn'd, he gave the word around,