Aeneid 7.783–802

783Turnus himself, outstanding in body, moves among the foremost holding his arms, and stands a whole head above them. 785His high helmet, crested with a triple plume, bears a Chimaera, breathing Etna's fires from her jaws: she roars and rages with grim flames all the more, the more the fighting grows savage as blood is poured out. 789But his smooth shield was emblazoned in gold with Io, her horns raised, already covered with bristles, already a cow (a mighty theme), and Argus, the maiden's guard, and father Inachus pouring his river from an engraved urn. 793A cloud of foot soldiers follows, and shielded columns crowd together over all the plains: the Argive youth and the Auruncan bands, the Rutulians and the old Sicanians, and the Sacranian ranks and the Labici with painted shields; 797those who plough your glades, Tiber, and the sacred shore of Numicus, and work the Rutulian hills with the ploughshare and the ridge of Circe, over whose fields Jupiter of Anxur presides, and Feronia, rejoicing in her green grove; 801where the black marsh of Satura lies, and cold Ufens seeks his way through the lowest valleys and is lost in the sea.