Soon as the morrow bathed the world once more In dawning light, by separate ways they fare To search the town, the frontiers and the shore.
Here is Numicius' fountain, Tiber there, Here dwell the Latins.

Then Anchises' heir Choice spokesmen to the monarch's city sends, Five score, their peaceful errand to declare, And royal presents to their charge commends, And bids them claim of right the welcome due to friends.
XXI.

At once the heralds hearken and obey, And each and all, with rapid steps, and crowned With Pallas' olive, hasten on their way.
Himself with shallow trench marks out the ground, And, camp-like, girds with bastions and a mound The new-formed settlement.

Meanwhile the train Of delegates their journey's end have found, And greet with joy, uprising o'er the plain, The Latin towers and homes, and now the walls attain.
XXII.

Before the city, boys and youths contend On horseback.