haud procul inde citae Mettum in diversa quadrigae distulerant (at tu dictis, Albane, maneres!), raptabatque viri mendacis viscera Tullus per silvam, et sparsi rorabant sanguine vepres.
Not far from there, four-horse chariots, driven apart, had torn Mettus asunder (but you, Alban, should have stood by your words!), and Tullus dragged the liars body through the woods, and the brambles dripped with dew of blood.