conclamant socii laetum paeana secuti; ille autem exspirans: non me, quicumque es, inulto, victor, nec longum laetabere; te quoque fata prospectant paria atque eadem mox arva tenebis.  ad quem subridens mixta Mezentius ira: nunc morere. ast de me divum pater atque hominum rex viderit.  hoc dicens eduxit corpore telum.
His comrades join their shouts with his, taking up the joyous cry of triumph. But, breathing his last, Orodes says: Not unavenged shall I be, my conqueror, whoever you are, nor will you long exult; for a like doom keeps watch for you too, and in these same fields you will soon lie. Mezentius answered him, smiling in his wrath: Now die; but as for me let the father of gods and king of men look to it! So saying, he drew the weapon from the heros body;