costas et candida pectora .
volvitur Euryalus leto, pulchrosque per artus
it cruor inque umeros cervix conlapsa :
purpureus cum flos succisus aratro 435
languescit , lassove collo
caput pluvia cum forte gravantur.
at Nisus in medios solumque per Volcentem petit, in solo Volcente .
circum hostes hinc comminus atque hinc 440
proturbant. instat non setius ac rotat ensem
, donec Rutuli in ore
adverso et moriens animam abstulit hosti.
tum super exanimum sese proiecit amicum
, que ibi demum morte quievit. 445
Such words he was offering; but the sword was driven with force and
pierced through his ribs and ruptured his snow-white breast.
Euryalus rolled around in death, and blood flowed along his beautiful
limbs and his neck collapsed and sank back onto his shoulders:
just as when a purple flower, cut down by the plough,
withers as it dies, or poppies have lowered their heads on weary necks,
whenever by chance they are weighed down by the rain.
But Nisus rushed into the middle of them, and made for Volcens among
them all, he focused on Volcens alone.
The enemy gathered around and hassled him on all sides
at close quarters. He pressed nonetheless and spun his
sword of thunder, until he buried it in the opposing face of
the screaming Rutulian, and as he died he stole away his enemy’s life spirit.
Then, stabbed through, he hurled himself onto his lifeless friend,
and found rest there at last in peaceful death.