Horsemen shall be there, Ten score, the choicest that Arcadia breeds; Two hundred more, his own, the gallant stripling leads." LXIX.

He spake: AEneas and Achates stood With down-fixt eyes, musing the strange event.
Dark thoughts were theirs, and sorrowful their mood; When lo, to leftward Cytherea sent A sign amid the open firmament.
A flash of lightning swift from ether sprang With thunder.

Turmoil universal blent Earth, sea and sky; the empyrean rang With arms, and loudly pealed the Tuscan trumpet's clang.
LXX.

Upward they look: again and yet again Comes the loud crash of thunder, and between A cloud that frets the firmamental plain, With bright, red flash amid the sky serene, The glitter of resounding arms is seen.
All tremble; but AEneas hails the sign Long-promised.

"Ask not," he exclaims, "what mean These prodigies and portents; they are mine.
Me great Olympus calls; I hear the voice divine.
LXXI.