And on the bank his slackening steps were stayed.
* * * * *
The leader now had passed the torrent o’er,
And reached fair Italy’s forbidden shore;
Then rearing on the hostile bank his head,
Here farewell peace and injured laws! he said:
Since faith is broke, and leagues are set aside,
Henceforth thou, goddess Fortune, art my bride!
Let fate and war the great event decide. Rowe.
Jam venerat horæ