"My purpose holds and shifts not," he replies, "These empty pretexts cannot shake me--no.
Hence, let us haste." And to the guard he cries, Who straight march up, and forth the two friends go To find the chief.

All creatures else below Lay wrapt in sleep, forgetting toil and care; But sleepless still, in presence of the foe, Troy's chosen chiefs urge council, what to dare, Whom to AEneas send, the desperate news to bear.
XXX.

There, in the middle of the camp and plain, Each shield in hand, and leaning on his spear, They stand; when lo! in eager haste the twain, Craving an audience instantly, appear.
High matter theirs, and worth a pause to hear.
Then first Iulus greets the breathless pair, And calls to Nisus.

"Dardans, lend an ear," Outspake the son of Hyrtacus, "Be fair, Nor rate by youthful years the proffered aid we bear.
XXXI.

"See, hushed with wine and slumber, lies the foe.
Where by the sea-gate, parts the road in twain, A stealthy passage from the camp we know.
Black roll the smoke-clouds, and the watch-fires wane.
Leave us to try our fortune, soon again Yourselves shall see, from Pallanteum's town, AEneas, rich with trophies of the slain.
Plain lies the path, for oft the chase hath shown From darksome vales the town, and all the stream is known." XXXII.