376At such words Turnus' violence blazed up; 377he groans and bursts out with these words from the depths of his heart: 'You always have plenty of words, Drances, at the very time when wars call for hands, and when the fathers are summoned you are there first. 380But the senate-house is not to be filled with words, which fly big from you in safety while the rampart of the walls holds off the enemy and the ditches do not overflow with blood. 383So thunder with eloquence, as you are used to, and accuse me of fear, you, Drances, since your right hand has made so many heaps of slaughtered Teucrians and you mark the fields everywhere with trophies.
386What lively valour can do, you may put to the test; 387and indeed we need not seek the enemy far: they surround the walls on every side. 389Are we going against them? Why do you hang back? 389Or will your warfare always lie in that windy tongue and those fleeing feet of yours? 392I, beaten? 392Or will anyone, vilest of men, justly charge me with being beaten, who sees the Tiber swelling high with Ilian blood and the whole house of Evander laid low with its stock, and the Arcadians stripped of their arms? 396Not so did Bitias and huge Pandarus find me,