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Came too from old Marruvia's realm,

An olive-garland round his helm,

Bold Umbro, priest at once and knight,

By king Archippus sent to fight:

Who baleful serpents knew to steep

By hand and voice in charmèd sleep,

Soothed their fierce wrath with subtlest skill,

And from their bite drew off the ill.

But ah! his medicines could not heal

The death-wound dealt by Dardan steel;

His slumberous charms availed him nought,

Nor herbs on Marsian mountains sought,

And cropped with magic shears:

For thee Anguitia's woody cave,

For thee the glassy Fucine wave,

For thee the lake shed tears."

Nearly last of the warlike array, who all acknowledge him as their leader, comes the prince of the Rutuli, Æneas's rival and enemy:—

In foremost rank see Turnus move,

His comely head the rest above:

On his tall helm with triple cone

Chimæra in relief is shown;

The monster's gaping jaws expire

Hot volumes of Ætnean fire:

And still she flames and raves the more

The deeper floats the field with gore.

With bristling hide and lifted horns,

Io, all gold, his shield adorns,

E'en as in life she stood;

There too is Argus, warder stern,

And Inachus from graven urn,

Her father, pours his flood."

He brings with him the largest host of all—a cloud of