198Ocnus too stirs up a column from his ancestral shores, son of prophetic Manto and the Tuscan river, who gave you, Mantua, walls and his mother's name, Mantua, rich in ancestors; 201but not all are of one race: she has a threefold race, under each race four peoples, and she herself is the head of the peoples, her strength from Tuscan blood. 204From here too Mezentius arms five hundred against himself, whom Mincius, son of father Benacus, veiled in grey-green reed, was leading over the sea in a hostile pine. 207Weighty Aulestes goes, and rising up beats the waves with a hundred oars; the shallows foam as the marble surface is churned.
209Him the huge Triton carries, terrifying the blue waters with his conch: as he swims, his shaggy front shows a man down to the flanks, his belly ends in a sea-monster; the foaming wave murmurs beneath his half-beast breast. 213So many chosen chieftains were going in thrice ten ships to the aid of Troy and cutting the salt plains with bronze.