By chance a ship was fastened to the shore,
Which from old Clusium king Osinius bore:
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{ The plank was ready laid for safe ascent;
{ For shelter there the trembling shadow bent,
{ And skipped and skulked, and under hatches went.
Exulting Turnus, with regardless haste,
Ascends the plank, and to the galley passed.
Scarce had he reached the prow; Saturnia's hand
The halsers cuts, and shoots the ship from land.