1 Thus speaking, he next dons the plumed helmet and beautifully blazoned shield of Androgeus, and fits the Argive sword to his side.
2 So speaks he, and sets forth a double prize of battle; for the conqueror a bullock gilt and garlanded; a sword and beautiful helmet to console the conquered.
3 At summons they bear away the helmet and shield, and leave palm and bull to Entellus.
4 They gather, and a helmet of brass takes the lots as they throw them in.
5 Last of all, and at the bottom of the helmet, sank Acestes, he too venturing to set hand to the task of youth.
6 One snatches a helmet hurriedly from his house, another backs his neighing horses into the yoke; and arrays himself in shield and mail-coat triple-linked with gold, and girds on his trusty sword.
7 His lofty helmet, triple-tressed with horse-hair, holds high a Chimaera breathing from her throat Aetnean fires, raging the more and exasperate with baleful flames, as the battle and bloodshed grow fiercer.
8 Mnestheus gives Nisus the shaggy spoils of a lion's hide; faithful Aletes exchanges his helmet.
9 They mutually recognise the spoils, Messapus' shining helmet and the decorations that cost such sweat to win back.
10 White hairs bear the weight of the helmet; and it is ever our delight to drive in fresh spoil and live on our plunder.
11 Lynceus advanced to meet him, calling up his comrades; from the rampart the glittering sword sweeps to the left and catches him; struck off by the one downright blow, head and helmet lay far away.
12 Some glance ineffectual from helmet and shield; some Venus the bountiful turned aside as they grazed his body.
13 So speaking, he grasps his helmet with his left hand, and, bending back his neck, drives his sword up to the hilt in the suppliant.
14 Hard by his brazen helmet hangs from the boughs, and the heavy armour lies quietly on the meadow.
15 Others bear his spear and helmet, for all else is Turnus' prize.