362But in another part, where a torrent had driven rolling rocks far and wide and bushes torn from its banks, when Pallas saw the Arcadians, unused to advancing in lines on foot, turning their backs to the pursuing Latins (since for once the roughness of the ground had persuaded them to let their horses go), then, the one thing left in desperate straits, now with prayer, now with bitter words he kindles their courage: 'Where are you fleeing, comrades? 369By yourselves and your brave deeds, by the name of your leader Evander and the wars he won, and by my hope, which now rises to rival my father's glory, do not trust in your feet.
372A way must be broken through the enemy with the sword. 373Where that mass of men presses thickest, there our lofty homeland calls for you and for Pallas your leader. 375No gods press us; we mortals are pressed by a mortal enemy; we have as many lives and as many hands as they. 377Look, the sea shuts us in with a great barrier of water; there is no land left now for flight: shall we make for the open sea, or for Troy?' 379So he speaks, and bursts into the middle of the dense enemy.