590Then for the first time in war, it is said, Ascanius aimed his swift arrow, used before only to frighten fleeing wild beasts, and with his hand laid low brave Numanus, whose surname was Remulus, and who had lately been joined in marriage to the younger sister of Turnus. 595He went before the front line shouting things fit and unfit to be told, his heart swollen with his new royalty, and carried himself grandly with his shouting: 'Are you not ashamed, twice-captured Phrygians, to be held again under siege and behind a rampart, and to set walls between you and death? 600Look, these are the men who claim our brides for themselves by war!
601What god, what madness drove you to Italy? Here are no sons of Atreus, nor Ulysses, that fabricator of tales: a race hardy from its stock, we first carry our newborn sons down to the rivers and harden them in the cruel ice and waters; our boys keep watch for the hunt and weary the woods; their sport is to steer horses and to shoot arrows from the bow. 607But our youth, patient of toil and used to little, either tame the earth with mattocks or shake towns in war. 609All our life is worn away with iron, and we goad the backs of bullocks with a reversed spear; 610nor does slow old age weaken our strength of spirit or change our vigour: we press our grey hair under the helmet, and always we delight to bring in fresh plunder and to live on what we seize.
614You have clothes embroidered with saffron and gleaming purple; idleness is your delight; you love to indulge in dances; and your tunics have sleeves, your caps have ribbons. 617O truly Phrygian women, for you are not Phrygian men, go over the heights of Dindymus, where the pipe gives its double-mouthed song to those used to it! 619The tambourines call you, and the Berecyntian boxwood flute of the Idaean Mother; leave arms to men and give up the sword.'