So the Rutulians, struck with mighty dread,
Tho' deep their sorrow for their leader dead,
Yet now the Phrygians glorious arms would join,
Conducted by a leader so divine;
And a firm league of lasting peace implore,
That cruel war might vex their lives no more.
Then striding o'er the foe, the ghastly dead,
The Trojan chief expostulating said: