Terror therefore being turned on the victor, by reason of this new force, and the declivity of the valley, caused the Roman line to give way.

The Volscians, who made the attack from the camp, being fresh, press on them; those also who had given way by a pretended flight, renew the fight.

The Roman soldiers no longer recovered themselves; but unmindful of their recent presumption and former glory, were turning their backs in every direction, and with disorderly speed were making for their camp, when Camillus, being mounted on his horse by those around him, and hastily opposing the reserved troops to them, "Is this," says he, "soldiers, the battle which ye called for?
What man, what god is there, whom ye can blame?
That was your rashness, this your cowardice.

Having followed another leader, now follow Camillus; and as ye are accustomed to do under my leadership, conquer.

Why do ye look to the rampart and camp?
Not a man of you shall that camp receive, except as victor." Shame at first stopped their disorderly flight; then when they saw the standards wheel about, and a line formed to meet the enemy, and the general, besides being distinguished by so many triumphs, venerable also by his age, presented himself in front of the battalions, where the greatest toil and danger was, every one began to upbraid both himself and others, and mutual exhortation with a brisk shout pervaded the entire line.