Turnus alone, undaunted, bore the shock,
And with these words his trembling troops bespoke:—
"These monsters for the Trojans' fate are meant,
And are by Jove for black presages sent.
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{ He takes the cowards' last relief away;
{ For fly they cannot, and, constrained to stay,
{ Must yield unfought, a base inglorious prey.
The liquid half of all the globe is lost;
Heaven shuts the seas, and we secure the coast.