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When Turnus from Laurentum's bastion proud published the war, and roused the dreadful note of the harsh trumpet's song; when on swift steeds the lash he laid and clashed his sounding arms; then woke each warrior soul; all Latium stirred with tumult and alarm; and martial rage enkindled youth's hot blood. The chieftains proud, Messapus, Ufens, and that foe of Heaven, Mezentius, compel from far and wide their loyal hosts, and strip the field and farm of husbandmen. To seek auxiliar arms they send to glorious Diomed's domain the herald Venulus, and bid him cry: “Troy is to Latium come; Aeneas' fleet has come to land. He brings his vanquished gods, and gives himself to be our destined King. Cities not few accept him, and his name through Latium waxes large. But what the foe by such attempt intends, what victory is his presumptuous hope, if Fortune smile, Aetolia's lord will not less wisely fear than royal Turnus or our Latin King.
“Less evil were our case, if long ago ye had provided for your country's weal, O Latins, as I urged. It is no time to hold dispute, while, compassing our walls, the foeman waits. Ill-omened war is ours against a race of gods, my countrymen, invincible, unwearied in the fray, and who, though lost and fallen, clutch the sword. If hope ye cherished of Aetolia's power, dismiss it! For what hope ye have is found in your own bosoms only. But ye know how slight it is and small. What ruin wide has fallen, is now palpable and clear. No blame I cast. What valor's uttermost may do was done; our kingdom in this war strained its last thews. Now therefore I will tell such project as my doubtful mind may frame, and briefly, if ye give good heed, unfold: an ancient tract have I, close-bordering the river Tiber; it runs westward far beyond Sicania's bound, and filth it bears to Rutule and Auruncan husbandmen, who furrow its hard hills or feed their flocks along the stonier slopes. Let this demesne, t