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The due time of battle will arrive, call it not forth, when furious Carthage shall one day sunder the Alps to hurl ruin full on the towers of Rome.
With that his sword's point pierces the breast where the life lies hid.
Thus the Dardanian captain dealt death over the plain, like some raging torrent stream or black whirlwind.
Yet thou shalt have this sad comfort in thy piteous death, thou fallest by great Aeneas' hand.'
