ducitur infelix aevo confectus Acoetes, pectora nunc foedans pugnis, nunc unguibus ora, sternitur et toto proiectus corpore terrae; ducunt et Rutulo perfusos sanguine currus.
Hapless Acoetes, worn out with years, is led along, marring now his breast with clenched fists, now his face with nails, and he falls full-length on the ground. Chariots too they lead, bespattered with Rutulian blood.