When Turnus sees that the War-god’s enmity has
broken the spirit of Latium, that men are beginning to
claim his promise, and make him the mark of their eyes,
he bursts at once into fury unappeasable, and swells his
pride to the height. As in Punic land, when the hunters 5
have wounded him deep in the breast, the lion at last rouses
himself to fight, tosses with fierce joy his mane from his
neck, snaps fearlessly the brigand’s spear in the wound,
and roars from his gory mouth: even so, Turnus once
kindled, his vehemence grows each moment. Then he 10