Changed in semblance, she appears Like Calybe, great Juno's sacred dame; Thus to the youth she comes, and hails him by his name.
LVIII.

"Fie! Turnus, fie! wilt thou behold unstirred Such labours wasted, and thy hopes belied?
Thy sceptre to a Dardan guest transferred?
See, now, to thee Latinus hath denied Thy blood-bought dowry, and thy promised bride, And seeks a stranger for his throne.

Away To thankless perils, while thy friends deride! Go, strew the Tuscans, scatter their array, Till Latins, saved once more, their plighted word betray.
LIX.

"This mandate great Saturnia bade me bear, Thou sleeping.

Up, then! greet the welcome hour; Arm, arm the youth, and from the towngates fare! These Phrygian vessels with the flames devour, Moored yonder in fair Tiber.