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Turnus had war's ensign shown

From high Laurentum's tower,

And made the horns with hoarse harsh tone

Give forth their voice of power,

His fiery coursers chafed, and pealed

The din of battle on his shield,

Dull hearts are startled from their sloth;

All Latium joins in solemn oath,

And kindles in an hour.

Messapus, Ufens, 'mid the first,

And fierce Mezentius, scoffer cursed,

Raise succour, and from cultured plains

Sweep to the camp the sturdy swains.

And Venulus betimes is sped

On embassy to Diomed,

To crave for help, and tell the tale

That Troy has entered Latium's pale,

Æneas with his gods is there,

And boasts himself the kingdom's heir,

While many a nation joins his side,

And Latium feels his name spread wide.

What prize he seeks from war, what end,

Should Fortune smile, his hopes intend,

King Diomed may fitlier scan

Than Turnus or Latinus can.