"This sign my Goddess-mother vowed to send, If war should threaten; thus in armed array From heaven with aid she promised to descend.
Ah, woe for thee, Laurentum, soon the prey Of foeman! What a reckoning shalt thou pay To me, ill-fated Turnus! How thy wave Shall redden, Tiber, as it rolls away Helmets, and shields and bodies of the brave! Ay, let them break the league, and bid the War-god rave." LXXII.

He spake, and, rising from his seat, renews The slumbering fires of Hercules, and tends The hearth-god's shrine of yesterday.

Choice ewes They slay--Evander and his Trojan friends.
Then to his comrades and the shore he wends, Arrays the crews, and takes the bravest there To follow him in fight.

The rest he sends To young Ascanius down the stream, to bear News of his absent sire, and how the cause doth fare.
LXXIII.

With steeds, to aid the Tuscans, they provide The Teucrians.