The Age of Fable eBook

Thomas Bulfinch
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who from his concealment saw the peril of his friend, rushed forward exclaiming, “’Twas I, ’twas I; turn your swords against me, Rutulians, I did it; he only followed me as a friend.”  While he spoke the sword fell, and pierced the comely bosom of Euryalus.  His head fell over on his shoulder, like a flower cut down by the plough.  Nisus rushed upon Volscens and plunged his sword into his body, and was himself slain on the instant by numberless blows.

MEZENTIUS

Aeneas, with his Etrurian allies, arrived on the scene of action in time to rescue his beleaguered camp; and now the two armies being nearly equal in strength, the war began in good earnest.  We cannot find space for all the details, but must simply record the fate of the principal characters whom we have introduced to our readers.  The tyrant Mezentius, finding himself engaged against his revolting subjects, raged like a wild beast.  He slew all who dared to withstand him, and put the multitude to flight wherever he appeared.  At last he encountered Aeneas, and the armies stood still to see the issue.  Mezentius threw his spear, which striking Aeneas’s shield glanced off and hit Anthor.  He was a Grecian by birth, who had left Argos, his native city, and followed Evander into Italy.  The poet says of him with simple pathos which has made the words proverbial, “He fell, unhappy, by a wound intended for another, looked up at the skies, and dying remembered sweet Argos.” [Footnote:  See Proverbial Expressions.] Aeneas now in turn hurled his lance.  It pierced the shield of Mezentius, and wounded him in the thigh.  Lausus, his son, could not bear the sight, but rushed forward and interposed himself, while the followers pressed round Mezentius and bore him away.  Aeneas held his sword suspended over Lausus and delayed to strike, but the furious youth pressed on and he was compelled to deal the fatal blow.  Lausus fell, and Aeneas bent over him in pity.  “Hapless youth,” he said, “what can I do for you worthy of your praise?  Keep those arms in which you glory, and fear not but that your body shall be restored to your friends, and have due funeral honors.”  So saying, he called the timid followers and delivered the body into their hands.

Mezentius meanwhile had been borne to the riverside, and washed his wound.  Soon the news reached him of Lausus’s death, and rage and despair supplied the place of strength.  He mounted his horse and dashed into the thickest of the fight, seeking Aeneas.  Having found him, [Footnote:  See Proverbial Expressions.] he rode round him in a circle, throwing one javelin after another, while Aeneas stood fenced with his shield, turning every way to meet them.  At last, after Mezentius had three times made the circuit, Aeneas threw his lance directly at the horse’s head.  It pierced his temples and he fell, while a shout from both armies rent the skies.  Mezentius asked no mercy, but only that his body might be spared the insults of his revolted subjects, and be buried in the same grave with his son.  He received the fatal stroke not unprepared, and poured out his life and his blood together.

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