"When on us late the false Rutulian pressed With sword and flame, perforce, sweet life to save, We broke our chains, and wander in thy quest.
Our shape the Mother, pitying, changed and gave Immortal life, to spend beneath the wave.
Thy son, he stays in Latin leaguer pent; Arcadian horsemen, with the Tuscans brave, Hold tryst to aid.

His troops hath Turnus sent, Charged, with opposing arms, their succour to prevent.
XXXIV.

"Now rise, and when to-morrow's dawn shall shine, Bid forth thy followers to arms.

Be bold, And take this shield, the Fire-King's gift divine, Invincible, immortal, rimm'd with gold.
Next morn--so truly as the word is told-- Huge heaps of dead Rutulian foes shall view." She spake; her hand, departing, loosed its hold, And pushed the vessel; well the way she knew; Swift as a dart it flies; the rest its flight pursue.
XXXV.

Wondering, AEneas pauses in amaze, Yet hails the sign, and gladdens at the sight, And, gazing on the vaulted skies, he prays, "Mother of Heaven, whom Dindymus' famed height, And tower-girt towns, and lions yoked delight, Assist the Phrygians, and direct the fray.
Kind Goddess, prosper us, and speed aright This augury." He ended, and the day Returning, climbed the sky, and chased the night away.
XXXVI.