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Rh the part of the wall where Æneas is leading the attack.

But great Æneas, when he hears

The challenge of his foe,

The leaguer of the town forbears,

Lets town and rampart go,

Steps high with exultation proud,

And thunders on his arms aloud;

Vast as majestic Athos, vast

As Eryx the divine,

Or he that roaring with the blast

Heaves his huge bulk in snow-drifts massed,

The father Apennine."

Trojans, Latins, and Rutulians look on in awe and admiration as the two chiefs advance to try this last ordeal of battle. Each hurl their spears—without effect; then Turnus draws his sword, and they fight on hand to hand—

Giving and taking wounds alike,

With furious impact home they strike;

Shoulder and neck are bathed in gore:

The forest depths return the roar.

So, shield on shield, together dash

Æneas and his Daunian foe;

The echo of that deafening crash

Mounts heavenward from below."

But the faithless sword which Turnus had so carelessly girded on instead of his father's good weapon, though it has done him fair service on the crowd of meaner enemies, breaks in his grasp when he essays it on the