even as when haply flocks of birds have settled down in a
lofty grove, or on the fishy stream of Padusa hoarse swans
make a noise along the babbling waters, “Ay, good citizens,”
cries Turnus, seizing on his moment, “assemble
your council and sit praising peace; they are rushing on 5
the realm sword in hand.” Without further speech he
dashed away and issued swiftly from the lofty gate.
“You, Volusus,” he cries, “bid the Volscian squadrons arm,
and lead out the Rutulians. You, Messapus, and you,
Coras[280] and your brother, spread the horse in battle array 10