et laevo pressit pede talia fatus exanimem rapiens immania pondera baltei impressumque nefas: una sub nocte iugali caesa manus iuvenum foede thalamique cruenti, quae Clonus Eurytides multo caelaverat auro; quo nunc Turnus ovat spolio gaudetque potitus.
So saying, with his left foot he trod upon the dead man, tearing away the belts huge weight and the story of the crime engraved on it 'the youthful band foully slain on one nuptial night, and the chambers drenched with blood'which Clonus, son of Eurytus, had richly chased in gold. Now Turnus exults in the spoil, and glories in the winning.