397and the thousand I sent down to Tartarus in one day as victor, shut in by walls and hemmed by the enemy's rampart. 399"There is no safety in war." 399Sing such things, madman, for the Dardanian's head and for your own fortunes. 400So go on, do not cease to throw everything into confusion with great fear, to exalt the strength of a race twice conquered, and, on the other hand, to belittle the arms of Latinus. 403Now even the chiefs of the Myrmidons tremble at Phrygian arms, now Tydeus' son and Larissaean Achilles, and the river Aufidus flees backwards from the Adriatic waves. 406Or when the crafty villain pretends to be afraid of my reproaches and makes his slander more bitter by his fear.
408Never will you lose such a soul by this right hand (stop being alarmed): let it dwell with you and stay in that breast of yours. 410Now I return to you, father, and to your weighty proposals. 411If you place no further hope in our arms, if we are so forsaken and, once our column turned, have perished utterly, and Fortune has no way back, 414let us pray for peace and hold out helpless hands. 415And yet, oh, if only some of our wonted valour were here! 416That man in my eyes is fortunate in his toils above others and outstanding in spirit, who, so as not to see any such thing, has fallen dying and once for all bitten the ground with his mouth.
419But if we still have resources and young men yet untouched, and cities and peoples of Italy remain to help us, if the Trojans too have won their glory at the cost of much blood (they too have their dead, and the storm was the same for all), why do we falter shamefully on the very threshold? 424Why does trembling seize our limbs before the trumpet sounds? 425Many things time and the changing toil of shifting age have restored for the better; Fortune, revisiting by turns, has mocked many and set them again on firm ground. 428The Aetolian and Arpi will be no help to us: but Messapus will, and lucky Tolumnius, and the leaders whom so many peoples have sent, and no small glory will follow the chosen men of Latium and the Laurentine fields.
432There is also Camilla, of the noble race of the Volsci, leading a column of horsemen and troops flowering in bronze. 434But if the Teucrians call me alone to combat, and this is your pleasure, and I stand so much in the way of the common good, Victory has not so hated these hands and fled from them that I should refuse to attempt anything for so great a hope. 438I will go against him with courage, though he surpass great Achilles and put on arms like his, made by the hands of Vulcan. 440To you and to Latinus, my father-in-law, I, Turnus, second to none of the men of old in valour, have devoted this life.
442Aeneas calls me alone: let him call, I pray; and let not Drances rather, if this is the anger of the gods, atone for it with his death, or, if it is valour and glory, carry it off.'