turmoil and the noise not of joy. “Alas! what is this
mighty agony that shakes the walls? what these loud
shouts pouring from this quarter and that?” So he cries,
and drawing his bridle halts bewildered. His sister, just 5
as she stood in guise of Metiscus the driver, guiding car,
horse, and reins, thus meets his question: “Proceed we
still, Turnus, to chase the Trojans, where victory’s dawn
shows us the way: others there are whose hands can
guard the city: Æneas bears down on the Italians and 10
stirs up the battle: let us send havoc as cruel among his