"Shame on ye, comrades! whither do ye run?
By your brave deeds, and by the name ye bear, And great Evander's, by the wars ye won, By these my hopes, which even now bid fair E'en with my father's honours to compare.
Trust not your feet; the sword, the sword must hew A pathway through the foemen.

See, 'tis there, Where foes press thickest, and our friends are few, Our noble country calls for Pallas and for you.
LI.

"No gods assail us; mortals fight to-day With mortals.

Lives as many as theirs have we, As many hands, to match them in the fray.
Earth fails for flight, and yonder lies the sea.
Seaward or Troyward--whither shall we flee ?" So saying, he plunged amid the throng.

First foe, Fell Lagus, doomed an evil fate to dree.
Him, toiling hard a ponderous stone to throw, Between the ribs and spine a whistling dart laid low.
LII.