his father’s worth, and himself a valiant warrior—plunges 20
among the ranks, knowing well what she would have, and
scatters her sayings abroad in words like these: “Blush
ye not, Rutulians, with souls such as yours, to make one a
sacrifice for all? are we not equal to our foes in strength or
in numbers? See, here is their whole army, Trojan 25
and Arcadian, aye, and that fated band of Eturia, which
seeks Turnus’ life. Though but half of us should engage,
each would scarce have an enemy to fight with. He, no
doubt, will rise on the wings of fame to the gods for whose