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Rh And weapons from the foeman ta'en

And fiery chargers swell the train.

There walk with hands fast bound behind

The victim prisoners, designed

For slaughter o'er the flames;

And mighty warriors march erect

'Neath trunks with arms of foemen decked

And marked with hostile names.

Then sad Acœtes, worn with years,

Moves on, by others led;

His breast he beats, his cheeks he tears,

And rolls on earth outspread.

There too is seen the dead man's car,

Blood-sprinkled from Rutulian war.

Then Æthon comes, his trappings doffed,

The warrior's gallant horse:

Big drops of pity oft and oft

Adown his visage course.

In sad procession others bring

The lance and helm: the Rutule king

Is lord of all but those:

And Teucrian, Tuscan, Arcad bands,

Their spears inverted in their hands,

The mournful pageant close.

Now, as the train at length goes by,

Æneas speaks with deep-drawn sigh:

'Fate calls us other tears to shed,

And we must needs obey:

Hail, mighty firstling of the dead;

Hail and farewell for aye!'

Then turns him back, the greeting said,

And campward takes his way.

Now from Laurentum's town appear

Ambassadors sedate and grave;